LOVE

PETALS

The delicate petals fall onto the soft dirt below,

Falling lighter than the fluttering of snow,

The petals land in a circle,

A blooming ring of pink and purple,

A blossoming explosion of extravagant shades,

Seems to set the very ground ablaze,

With the valiant rose taking its final breath,

Knowing it will soon wither into undying death,

It chooses to perform one final show,

And so it sets the very ground aglow,

But it will rise again in the winter after last,

And its petals will sparkle like shattering glass,

But when its death finally comes after seasons old,

It will be cut and placed on a poor lost soul,

In an open casket it will be put,

And will be buried with the dead deep under foot,

For that is what a rose is for it is said,

Forever marking the place of those who are dead,

Roses are red and violets are blue,

And the blood red rose will eventually be buried with you.