… It is on my desk
Dry, almost petrified, the rose
Something I didn’t want or expect!
… He gave it to me unexpectedly one day
It pricked my
Finger, blood drops trickled.
… A mirror of future twice more
My blood fell
Things I didn’t expect or want!
… I told him, “no”
Later I told him more
I sat back and hoped he’d go
Now we’re alone.
… He’ll never know how I cried, “Why?”
… I am always his rose
And that all he’ll ever know.
Something I didn’t expect or want!
But how could not live without!! …