Of Lines And Poetry

Withered Rose

In the sea of dancing flowers,
Stood an exquisite wonder.
A gentle blossom at break of day.
Shining as the sun hits it with its rays.
Her petals were soft, a gentle red hue,
But thorns lay hidden in her unknown to few.

He was bewitched, enthralled,
Captivated by the beauty she has.
With wandering eyes, he stopped
With throbbing heart, he fell in love.
Lifting his shaking fingers in the air
Wanting to touch the beauty with tender care.

Afraid of the unfamiliarity, she moved away
Moving its delicate petals in a gentle sway.
Afraid of the stranger, she cowers
As if anytime, the beauty will wither.

"I will never hurt you, my rose"
He promised as he tried to hold her close.
She was a danger veiled with grace
Yet he took the risk held her in his embrace.

Enamored, she hid her thorns
Afraid she'll lost the man in her arms.
Day by day, their love blossomed bright,
Giving warmth in the harsh cold night.

Then one day, he looked up to her
The beauty was gone.
The flower has started to wither
As the shadows of beauty left with the dawn.

The man kneeled in the sea of brokenness
As he held the withered rose with gentleness.
He held her in his arms
As the love of his life lost her warmth.
In the middle of the gloomy night
He hugged her with all his might

The thorns of her beauty
Ripped through his heart
Leaving him nothing but a magical yet tragic memory
Of the love that he never thought will fell apart.

On that painful night
He bled with the love of his life
For he knows he fell for a love so deeply
Only to realize she'll be with him temporarily.

In the field of beautiful flowers
Stood a broken wanderer.
With face dampened with tears
His heart longed for a love that had long disappeared,

For he found a love in a vast field of flower
Only to realize she was a beauty filled with danger
Not because of the wounds her thorns had made
But because of the love she's left for him after she withered.