The rose within this garden,
Her petals grow so weak,
It's like a danger warning,
Leaves her heart to weep,

The dew drops once surrounding,
Dried from winds so hot,
Now she searches endlessly,
More pain she wishes not,

The beauty within this rose,
Once so radiant and true,
Has since turned ever sour,
Like broken hearts can do,

The rose within this garden,
Her soul remains so blue,
Whispering just Your name,
This rose still Loves You.~*....
 
Copyright © terri, All Rights Reserved