The Rose

The last petal on the Rose has fallen,
I watched as it drifted away.
There was noting i could do to save it,
Now an empyt hole is all the remains.

The Rose was so deep with beauty,
Nothing will ever compair.
It stood tall from the rest,
Hard to find and very rare.

Thought I know one day it will bloom again,
It's the waiting around that hurts.
Never knowing what could have been,
The love, the beauty, the burst.