The Rose

And so she came to be

And evermore she came to stay

And for that, I was grateful

Though I never came to say

Through different eyes, my simple mind

Could not even express 

The wonders that she brought with her 

And lit up in my chest.

She differed in the slightest ways 

Apart from all the rest

Her eyes a little livelier,

Her mind had me perplexed.

I could not fix her pieces in the puzzle she became

And gave up when I'd had enough

Like she was just a game.

But all the things she came to be,

They seemed to acquiesce

That she was something greater 

Something I could not attest

And so I came to realize 

She was never mine to call

I could not give her what she'd want

Or anything at all.

The greatest thing I'd come to love

I soon let slip away

For I was far too young to know just how to love her anyway.

And so she came to stay

But even so, she did depart

For love is like a flower

Born to wither in the heart.