Roses

I´m walking down this eternal path
in this large park.
Taking step by step
taking no notice of every move.

There´s a cold wind in this
sunny winter day.
Not a cloud in sight.
Inspired by the little
surviving flowers.

Yet one flower calls my attention.
The rose, such a beautiful
and delicate flower.
One of the loveliest flowers
yet the only one dead completely.

I wonder if this could be coincidence,
the fact that our love died
when the cold came.
The flower once alive in the
spring rain.

Red petals, red love, red blood, red pain.
Red is such a vivid color
yet such a mumurderousolor.

The thorns on the rose resemble
all the useless efforts
that I mustered to keep the
love alive.
you were just a dead thing to spare.