He Rose, My Rose

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I loved and lost. This poem poured out of my heart one night, waking me from sleep begging to be captured in print.

Submitted: August 07, 2014

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He rose, my Rose, to promise life and love.
From fertilest soil of youth he sprung, in answer
To the question of my heart. His roots,
With mine commingled, intertwined.  Inseparable,
Giving life each to the other. Where he grew,
I also grew; where he receded, I declined,
Following him through the springtime of my life.
His thorns, my shelter; my warmth, his comfort,
We grew, symbiotically, toward the Light.
I glimpsed such blessed life, such happiness!
Yet, the life he rose to give was not for me.
Love's promise answered to another's heart.
Soon wilting, lacking light in which to grow,
With roots so bound and choked, I slowly fade.
In view and reach of all I need to thrive,
I'm plucked and tossed onto the compost heap--
Just one more weed who'd thought herself a Rose.


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