Faded love

The rose that once had been so perfect.
Petals pleading to be touched,
Fragrant with the most Heavenly bouquet.
This rose, reminiscent of another life,
Was found in quiet repose,
Pressed between pages of poetry.

No better place for interment
Than resting in the loving arms of favored.
Sonnets whose lines will recapture her beauty in verse.
The essence of rose and love will ever live on in my heart,
Just as the bearer of the rose has all these many years.

This dried, crumpled, lifeless rose is all that remains of our love.
I cannot now resurrect this rose, nor our love,
But for some reason I feel the need to try.
Failures are sometimes second chances.

Gently closing the book that contains my faded rose
And the tangible symbol of our love.
I put upon the shelf all our hopes and dreams
To wait once more for another place,
Another time.