Our Rose
You plucked me a rose,
The dew still wet.
That was a day
I shall not forget.
On that day,
I felt our love.
It shamed all others
And held us above.
The rose did bloom
With petals white,
And like you, dear,
It gave out light.
But like the rose,
Our love did wilt.
Your love became
A lover's jilt.
Abandoned by you,
The rose it died.
Now I live with the pain
Of the thorn in my side.
Some people say
That a rose is forever.
But I have found
'Tis the thorn that stays forever.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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