The Fading Rose
I was once a beautiful black rose,
Standing in all my glory,
As beautiful as can be,
Till the day i was plucked from the ground,
It was that day i stared to fade,
I was picked by one who does not understand lasting beauty,
While i was forced to sit in a vase,
I slowly faded away,
I was picked by a vixen and left to fade by her also,
till the day i was replanted by a caring soul,
Who nursed this fading rose back to health and cared for me,
i noticed instantly that she understood lasting beauty,
She takes my under her care and slowly i begin to see her pure soul,
I begin to hope that I'll be with this kind soul forever.
This poem is based on my feelings and as the black rose can symbolize death i wanted to make people think of death and rebirth.
