Poems Made By The Heart

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

For my Muse
I offer a Rose
A sign of my Love
Which without I shall not Live.

I handed it to you,you said not a word
Than walked away leaving me without a clue
There I stood thinking and started feeling blue
The rose I gave was not yours to keep
And that made me weep.

I searched for a reason to this
To see what I have missed
Yet I was still left with questions
That demand answers.

I fought with my mind
If this was the end
If you see me now just as a friend
And if my rose mattered not to you.

So should I be mad
Or should I be sad
That this might be the end,
That you might have made up your mind
And maybe just maybe you're afraid to break my heart
Which loves you with all its might.