They lived in hope - alas no more, <br />for petals that once were a rose, now lay scattered on the floor. <br />It was a lover's gift, pink like her skin, soft and pure, <br />with a delicate hint of fragrance that's unmistakeably Christian Dior <br />It had been placed with pride and admired near her bedroom window, <br />always seen in light and never in shadow. <br />But slowly, the love that once was, faded like that of the rose, <br />unable to unwind time, unable to transpose. <br />Eventually it all came to a predicable end, <br />leaving an empty vase with just a single dried stem.<br /><br />JJ Evendon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lover-s-rose/
