It came to me one evening
A song that played
Inside of my head.
A never ending sound.
Truth in its words.
Emotions run through
Like water in the veins.
The secret love,
The ending pain.
A hidden joy.
A tune as sweet as the smell of a rose.
A color almost as rich.
Open the buds to the rain.
Bask in the simple pleasure of love.
The rose weeps
As the sun comes out.
It wilts.
Memories linger.
Never dead.
A saddened rose
Has turned into
A daffodil.



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