Purple Rose (daron's) The warming of the sun retreats, in the falls final beats. The air begins to cool, bringing ripples to the pool. Nature's song begins to fade, afternoon light turns to shade. Cheerful blossoms freeze then die, in a final wrenching sigh. As he turns to go, whispers of the coming snow. Far away and safe from harm, out of the reach of winter's arm. As a crystal blanket falls, the frigid wind it calls. Winter's hand strikes out, in the echo of it's shout. My heart, my realm in it's grip, it's icy fingers start to rip. Coldness permeates my core, deceptive fog knocks at the door. Offering hope of his return, with warmth of spring,it's loving burn. One cautious peek outside, bring's the rush of winter's tide. I struggle and I fight, grasping for his light. But he has tread too far, and there will be no scar. Not a sign, not a trace, of the death I must face. My heart entombed by bodies case, my final breath a cold embrace. He returns with the spring, to behold one single thing. At the place our love began, now he stands an empty man. And how cold his young heart grows, as he spies the purple rose. Left behind in remembrance of, the beauty of her undying love. As here she waited everyday, the lonely cold drained her strenth away. No strangers kiss shall brush her lips, or fall in hunger upon her hips. The lonely winter, her final lover, her warm, sweet breath it did smother. And with a love that burned so bright, she died alone one winters night. Her spirit keeps him safe from harm, forever smitten by his charm. Now he tends that single rose, and in his heart the love still grows.
Reason for writing:
This was written when it finally came to pass that my love and I could not be together ... for reasons beyond our control. Without him and his love I am dying...
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