A Single Rose (A Poem)

A single rose sat on a table
Sitting in a crystal vase of silver water
A woman stared at the rose
And wept at its beauty

A single rose sat on a table
Stolen from a forbidden garden
A man stared at the Rose
And waited for his pay

“A single rose you stole,
From a garden lost in winter,”
A woman said through tears
As she wept for the life lost

“A single rose I stole,
From a garden lost in winter;
A single rose I stole,
To prove my love for you.”

The petals of the rose shivered
Shivered under his cool words
Such pretty lies he strung together
Pretty words on a thread of silver

He lied to the woman who wept
Wept softly over the single rose
And her life drained away
Into the petals of the single rose

The man turned away from her
Closing eyes that held no light
The Man left the woman
The woman who wept

Days, weeks, months, years
They whispered by the woman
The woman who wilted and dried
As the single rose bloomed and blossomed

As those years slipped away
The woman’s silver tears
Turned bloody and red
As she went blind from those tears

Then one day the man returned
And looked upon the woman
The delicate woman who wept
And took the single rose


The man took that single rose
And gazed upon with his black eyes
Taking the life that the single rose had taken
Taken from a woman who wept

Then he put the rose back in its vase
And there it sat, dying and wilting
Wilting slowly before a woman
A woman who wept with blood

A single rose sat on a table
Sitting in a crystal vase of silver water
A woman stared at the rose
And wept at its beauty