Sparks in the Dark

The Rose-I

(Note: Please read both the parts of the poem together. Any individual part won't make sense and misjudges the concept. Thank you!)

I ploghed and sowed a stem of rose,

Be it night; be it day;

I watered it,

kept it from sunlight;

waiting for the day it rose,

and sore.

A bud sprouted new;

after quite a days few.

The outcome was beautiful,

Like our love : deep, red and full.

With a stone on my heart,

I uprooted it, slashed it from the sapling

Like good as a sin;

Ignoring the oozed blood

from my thorn-pricked skin.

Hugging the rose close to my heart;

smelled it faintly of blood and my love.

Alas, the wait ends; the distance closes.

I walk to him,

to the one for who

I could do a thousand roses.