Get Rid Of The Advertisements

The Rose of Spring
 
His choice, it was
A fall leaf or a spring blossom
A dried up life, a new beginning
His choice

A road that forever went down
Barren roads
A road, once joined, separated
Then crossing together again

Let it be known
It was his choice
To hold on to death
He chose life

It was solely his choice
To pick the rose..color
And let go of the leaf..faded
His choice

The rose did not use her thorns
Nor flirt for his affection
Nor come between him and the other season
It was his choice

She did not catch his eyes
In spite of the autumn tree..a dying leaf
Her own bush of spring..the rose
Gave his death life again

Changed his sadness into a happiness
His choice it was to love this rose
His choice
And the rose of springtime kissed his heart


By Itseams2bsew

© 2015 Itseams2bsew (All rights reserved)

 

Read more poems by  Itseams2bsew
Send this poem to a friend
Read 5 viewers comment(s)


The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page