rose

Flower
I remember you by name
 or is pain the word I'm looking for
Dose it matter
  they seem the same

Flower
There's a fragrance and a stain
 in your memory - to your name
Long after passion's melt
 there came a change
  and fashion much like yours - so fine to taste
Long stems - a show of pace
Full leaf of "Seize the day"
Topped with color - rooted fast
 and on display

Flower
You were slain with care
 but no sympathy
Then given to me with guilt
 not love
Flower
Why I save you
 I'm not sure
Maybe pressed here in this drawer
something endures

Long before your death
 I cried for change
and I am pledged to see it through
 save your thorns

Here at home - where time is short
Everywhere in ample sport
 for no more of this to burn the first rapport

Ah Flower
How long before there is anymore
 of the ties we speak - of the time we seek
  of your color

Flower
Were you able to voice a stance
 would you swing the blades of your thornbush
Flower

FLOWER
Were we given to understand
 we'd stand clear amazed at your rosebush

FLOWER