Monday, February 22, 2010

A Teardrop On The Rose


 A teardrop fell upon the rose
That she held close to her heart.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.
The rose it seemed to feel her pain
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.
Bending down, she picked the petals
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.
Between the pages of a book,
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.
The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.

Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina

'Wish My Life still Beautiful'

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your life is beutifull...your tears only make him rest in unpeace..he gone to set u rose always grows in his life..his life full of give,put n paint all over of the same you take,erase n reject of him...but he always open his heart,standing near n smiling to u......060604....