Two dried roses, met by happenstance
In the pages of a tragic story
Both were proud, both held a past
Both were shrouded with glory
One said "I was grown wild,
Plucked by an old lady
Who sold me to a short man
Who told me to be ready
Because next day I was laid,
On the welcoming shores
To greet young lads home,
Who had come from a war
Tired eyes and eager steps
They entered with longing hearts
To leave the nightmares behind,
And hope for a new start
One soldier picked me up
And put me in his pocket,
To give it to his lover
Who put one petal, in his locket
And they held hands in secret
He looked at the rest of me
Only I knew the tale of their love
Because he put me in his diary"
The other said "I was grown in a church
A nun plucked me on a sunny day
And she walked, far and wide
Until the skies were gray
And she laid me on Shakespeare's grave
I could feel the ancient wisdom below
All who came to see it,
Seemed to bow, seemed to know
A sad, young boy came there
And picked me up on a cold night
To put me in his diary beside you
And give it to his lover, in daylight"
Both the roses never saw daylight again
Because they never left the old diary
They stayed there, hidden forever
In the middle of young love's tragic story
-Sai
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