Jaded Rose

by Adelle   Sep 2, 2012


Once beautiful, a symbol of our love
Twelve red roses at the door,
Nothing could talk to my heart
More than roses from my lover.

Like you, the rose in my heart
Meant a love I thought could never die,
It spoke without words
Of delicate beauty and innocent life.

So many times you brought them home
Freshly picked you said you loved me,
Intoxicated by their perfume
I believed you.

Years pass but the roses don't die
Until once day when I wake up
Noticing you are no longer by my side.
Looking at the verse I realise like our love
The roses have worn out with time.

They are no longer red
Only a faded shade of pink;
No longer beautiful
The thorns have begun to show.

Along with the roses
Our love has withered;
Like the changing of the seasons
All things must pass away.

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  • 11 years ago

    by NobodyKnowsItButMe

    Nothing lasts forever! Well written! And i really loved the ending, so powerful so true!
    5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Silent Scribbler

    Inspiring. How you relate the roses to you love has a strong impact to me. Roses are so often a simbol of love, but in this poem you express how they also wither just as you love did. Gorgeous piece. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    This is beauty... I loved the metaphor of roses here and you have made this piece wonderful. loads of emotions.
    a few edits to b made to make this better...
    Only first word of a sentence to be capitalized.

    Incorporated following changes if you want :

    Like you- the rose in my heart
    Years pass but the roses didn't die
    Until one day when I wake up
    Looking at the verse I realise, like our love

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    So enchanting, so enticing and so beautiful!! Here you gave a good example of romance. I loved the counting, using the number 12 for roses.
    I love your unique print in this poem.

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