The Rose

I planted a rose

When I was young

It was meant to be red

But it was peach colored

Perfume Bliss

It was more beautiful, more colorful than the red

It grew strong without my help

In fact, for a time I forgot it

But it grew tall and perfect

It bloomed early one May

And it caught my attention

My interest was renewed

And I fell in love with it again

But things in life changed, as they often do

We moved

It was impossible to take the rose

But I never forgot the perfection and scent

That could never happen

Years passed rapidly

Time often isn’t our friend

I stumbled upon a picture of the Bliss

Memories, oh memories

I almost drove back there today

But was distracted by life

Another year passed

And another

And although I haven’t seen the rose in all that time

The Bliss is engrained in my memory

Forever