by: LordKyale © 1998
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My heart swelled when I saw
the small rose.. petals all tucked in tightly...
you could tell it was blocked
a long time from the sun.
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The color was pale
though one could tell it may have once been bright.
Or was it a look of what could be.
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My heart swelled
once more at that thought.
So I pulled that little rose slowly into the light.
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I cherish and nourished
that little rose.
soon the buds began to open.
the color becomeing fuller.
Brighter as if reflecting the sun.
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Tears soon came to my eye.
of joy for now I could see.
This is what was meant to be
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My heart fell when I came
to notice the little rose was knocked from
where I had put it.
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I looked this way and that
thinking someone had hated me.
If only I had looked at the rose.
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I sat and shed many a tear.
not seeing that so did the rose weep.
for while I wept
the rose was alone
no longer being cherished.
no longer being nourished.
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I was to much into my sorrow.
Before I noticed the rose begin to wilt.
now I wonder can the rose
bloom once more.
