Love Lies Bleeding

A rose lay crumpled
in the snow,
how it got there
I dont know.

Out of season
born too late,
a remnant of
a lovers fate.

What tragedy
had passed this way,
I'll never know
I couldn't say.

It lay as if
to cry out loud,
like love's lost blood
upon a shroud.

A floral statement
of regret,
a wish that they
had never met.

A crumpled rose
a heart lies torn,
until the day
love is reborn