I find its amazing how something so small could create something twice as beautiful as the sunset on a summer day.  
Something so meaningful as the declaration of independence,  something so powerful,  that the moment you see them, you secretly shed a tear & thank God for creating life itself.

The day I received those two beautiful red roses,  I thought about Nikki Giovanni "still I rise"
As I stand there eye to eye with the roses,  I felt growth,  progression & happiness manifesting.

That was the day   you whisper in my ear" I love you"
I was so lost in the moment.

Days went by & I realized i
I forgot to put the roses in water.

And just like we needed love, so did the red roses.
I tried to repair it's images to the plant I once seen as beautiful.

Day my day we haven't talk & the roses lost life.
Just like you disappeared, so did the petals .
The only thing that reminds was a steam with root.

I see you to be my red rose
The roots symbolized growth
The steam was the foundation
& what was missing was the petals that brought everything to life.

So on that day our  love died, part was still alive,  not in such good condition. .but it was still with me.

I drained the water, trashed the stream & collected the roses peddles that was no longer red.
They were darker then a funeral attire.
Just part of me felt if I buried you deep down that maybe the thought of you will dye and reincarnated into something else beautiful & find your way back to me in a new disguise.

Then I realized this was a lesson,  reincarnated into a blessing.
R.I.P to the red rose and long live your memories , I'll never forget you or the feelings you once give to me.