A Rose's Prayer


The rich dark hue was clearly rare
A softness to it's light
Not burgundy nor midnight
But both mingled, laced with white

The moment that it caught my eye
I found myself in awe
Intrigue forced a second stare
Such beauty, fine and raw

Each time that I would pass
Anticipation swelled inside
Each time that I would leave
I left a part of me behind

I locked my gaze for time and times
First for seconds then for more
I drifted closer every day
Each moment locked in store

Then I reached to pluck the flower
My hand caressed its beauty
I meant to make it mine but then
She told me of her duty

I am here not for you
Though I feel compelled to go
I am here for more you see
And thus I pray you so

I ask you not to take me
I ask you kind and sweet
See me, know me, but do not lift me
From this place I long to keep

My hand trembled at the words
My heart set in heartbreak's night
But the rose is there, and just as lovely
As when my grip was tight

I cannot stem the tide of love
I cannot quench the fire
But my heart knows for a moment brief
I held her sweet desire

And never more will I propose
To take that rose so rare
For now i know I must be still
To show her how i care.

10/26/2010

Posted on 10/27/2010
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