A rose I used to hold so dearly br cherishing it where ever I see br but why didn't I see it clearly? br How soon the rose did bloom br br A rose I grew on such occasion br and gave it to her br As beautiful as any painting br she accepted it without hesitation br br A rose that was blossoming br do you want to reminisce with me? br I nourished this rose every day br but it was too much for her to see br br A rose that was slowly dying br but I ran out of water br I can't seem to get it off the ground br is this how it will decay? br br A rose that turned black br just like the ground beneath it br Withered and torn br forever in the hole it deservesbr br Zayne Venilosbr br