The beautiful Wild Rose
When I see beauty,
I think of a Wild Rose
The rarer it is, the more beautiful it becomes
I met that rose.
It's beauty was one-of-a-kind
The glossy red lips that it contained
and its pale white skin that tingles you
warms your heart
It was so beautiful
that I didn't want its beauty
to disappear.
The next day, I brought
the beautiful Wild Rose home.
I planted her soul in me
And her beauty began to grow.
The beautiful Wild Rose
told me to take her home
where the other Wild Roses grew.
The last dayI met her again,
sitting by the lake
her hair was shining brightly
I gave her a farewell
kiss, which was magical
and my world became crazy.
Its beauty was too much
And I began to worry.
My soul was in pain
and I grabbed a stone
that would take her
life away.
It was too much
and I needed to be set free
I threw the stone and
she was dead.
My mind went crazy
as the beautiful Wild Rose
withers away into the lake
I placed a Wild Rose on her mouth
to remember her by as Elisa Day
The beautiful Wild Rose
So what does everyone think? I've never done an entry to a challenge before so it was pretty new to me. I wanted to do a poem for this song since it was easier for me to do so than a novel or a short story.
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