red rose

@Uootem

A red rose of love, a bloody thorn
a moment in time where hearts are torn
an unspoken word, a parting act
love was given but then taken back.

And when the smoke had cleared
i found myself alone as feared
now picking up the pieces as i can
with words written on paper and sand.

Boundaries change by unfulfilled desire
when i carry a torch for lost love's fire
paper will fade and sand will erode
when not shared and the heart grows cold.

'Tis a sad and weary plight
still today it feels so very right
and not a price too high to pay
for our love was special in its day.
 
With tattered heart and wounded hand
i stagger in a distant time, a distant land
behind a mask of hidden desire, the cloak of lust
and write another verse as I must.

From the smallest cut, the lifeblood leaves
yet am I the only one who still grieves
treat the afflicted, count the deceased
take time to heal, let hope be increased.

Seeing her again... in a happenstance view
makes the hope i have for dreaming spring anew
will lessons be learned or shall i always return
to meet her again as I continue to yearn?