The Journey with a Rose By:Fatimah Mirbaha 'Tis a tale I'd like to tell you, Of two teenage lovers whom had no loves. Their paths will cross but will they stay as one? A boy, young gentleman if you'd like. With the charm and humor of a gypsy, His heart strongly yearns for love. His soul cries out for one to call its own. To the outside world he seems to crave attention. They thought making his life look depressing was part of his plan. Yet, they are not right; they do not know him, They'll never find his soul. A girl, young lady if you'd like. With a carefree smile, She is hurt by the thorns of love's rose. Her soul is searching for one who will love her for her person and not just material. To others she seemed happy and nice. Though she's a bit to enthusiastic at times. 'Tis only part of her picture, A mask for all to see. No one truly knows her, They'll never find her soul. Two souls hidden in the dark, About to cross each other on the paths of their life long journeys. Still,there is one more thing I must explain. The last two people who loved them, The last two people to play their game. The last girl whom our sweet gentleman loved was perfect for him. She was quiet, soft-spoken, and perfectly content with him. Together they last for quiet some months. Then suddenly, his love for her is gone. The soft-spoken girl drifts sadly to the background. While all of this was happening with our dear gentleman, Our enthusiastic maiden was in a relationship of her own. She was occupied by another and past by our gentleman with out a second thought. The last boy, whom our sweet maiden loved, was not at all what she needed. He loved her with all the love that could fill a grain of sand. He was immature, egotistical, and not at all the level of intellegence as she. Though she was blinded by her deep love for him, She was sure they were soul mates. She should have known she would be hurt. For he had hurt her once before. Our dear gentleman,the one I spoke of before, Told her of the hurtful conversation that he and her supposed "soulmate" had exchanged. With the gentleman's words the end of her relationship with the egotistical boy had finally come. He too dirfts into the background. At that very moment she realized her unnoticed and unexplained love for our dear gentleman. Though she did not tell him for he was still involved with his soft-spoken lady. As time ticked off the next weeks the bud of her own love rose was beginning to blossom. Our maiden took great care of that rose. As her love for the gentleman grew so did the rose. The petals, so perfect, The reddest red hue that the world has ever seen. It was radiantly glowing with its own light. A light that resembled a saint in a far off vision. Yet, behind the mask of beauty was the evil it had. If not taken care of and loved the rose can cause a world of trouble. This our maiden knew for her heart and soul were scarred by the thorns of her last brilliantly vicious love rose When the rose was almost in full bloom, Our gentleman was no longer committed. Now was her chance to make her confession. Though our maiden was unsure, What if the thorns tear at her heart and soul once more? Should she tell this gentleman of her strong love? Or should she keep it secret? Our maiden would have liked to keep it safely hidden in her own light. To let it grow to its fullest potential then wither away slowly. She could no longer contain herself. She summoned our gentleman and like the gentle man he was he returned her calls. With one last thought of doubt she confesses her love. Our gentleman was a bit shocked, though he too confesses his love. This dear maiden didn't expect this at all but she knew it wasn't a dreadful thing. She was pleased with herself. Though the gentleman had known of her love for only a very short time, He longed to touch her, hold her in his arms and never let go. She too shared these feelings. Our gentleman, being shy, did not reveal the passionate feelings inside. Together one day they walk and on this day she shared the fully bloomed rose. She placed a kiss on his face. He returned the favor. The sweet romance of that night continues, thier time togeher is very short. As she steps out into the crisp night air that damned feeling of doubt returns once more. Does he truly love her? Is it another trap in which she will be hurt? She couldn't think of this for long for our gentleman had returned. The night continues and the doubtfulness leaves. Yes, she thinks, this is the one. He loves me for me. Sadly the night ends. She sees her gentleman the next day and to her disappointment he avoids her. What's this, what has she done that could be so wrong? What has happened to the sweet romance that played the night before? Why does he not acknowledge their love? With no answers she is lost, Hurt by thoughts of doubt, Her emotions are no better. The thorns of the rose emerge. Why, her heart screams, haven't I been hurt enough? Her questions are never answered and our maiden never asks. Though the love for him still remains there she cannot be with him. Her love life is the poison on the tips of thorns of the rose. Nothing good will ever come out of her relationships. His life is filled with confusion. She only contributes to the hurt and does nothing to help it. He cannot deal with the poison of the rose. So this tale ends with out an ending. The questions are still questions and they will be left unanswered. The couple that never was, will still not be. The only question answered by this sad romance is the one proposed in the beginning of this tale; will their paths stay as one? No, though it is sad to say, their paths won't stay as one. They will continue on their life long journeys in search of thier own perfect love rose.Birth sign: Leo
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