My Little Rose
A sickly light trickles through the trees of a dusky forest.
As I walk among the fallen leaves,
shadows of ghosts flit away.
The oaks sing a tale of woe,
as the wind rushes through anemic branches.
I search for beauty in this barren place.
Can any place be as desolate as this?
I search the ground endlessly for a sign . . .
And there you are – a rose lying in the wet.
Trodden and dead.
But wait . . . a glimmer . . .
at the heart of you my little rose.
Therein lies hope.
I will nourish you my little rose.
I will water you my little rose.
I will defend you from the monsters in the night.
I will only keep you in beautiful places.
I will keep you close to my heart.
Whatever strength you need,
take it from me.
I give it willingly.
Little rose, bury your thorns deep in my heart.
Take hold and never let go.
I couldn’t bear to live without you.
Share your life with me
and I will share mine with you.
I am yours faithfully.
I am yours completely.
Shine for me.
Show the world how strong you always were.
Show how you persevere.
Show how love
has the power
to make you bloom.
Copyright ©1998 by Sondra L.
Schlossberg. All rights reserved.
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