The Rose

By: Wildflower

A rose
its petals shine
soft with angels' light
and goddess beauty
tender on its face

Gentle hands
that stroke the flower
and nurture all its life
and trusting rose
doth lift its face
accepting sunlights touch

Yet, tender hands
no longer tender
enclose its golden life
and tear it from its garden bed
to rest within their grasp

Encaged within their hands and heart
the rose weeps tears of blood
torn from her freedom
and named a treasure
the flower learns to fade