by Mac a'Bhaird

Created on: January 21, 2009   Last Updated: March 04, 2009

The Single Rose

The morning dew that had settled on my petals

Was quickly disappearing

'Neath the sun

The other flowers 'round me

Lifted from their stems so proudly

To the day that for the world

Had just begun

This day shall be for me

The apex of my majesty

The day that I have blossomed

To my peak

To my mistress I will give

This glorious day I live

So into her tender hands

Will I seek

In silent cheer I saw her

Coming near

And ever more I stood upon my height

Oh! The thought was such delight

That I blushed with all my might

Of the moment she would notice

I was here

With sweetened fragrance I exuded

I too reached to be included

As she gathered up the roses

In her arms

And like the others I bestowed her

All my radiance and color

Longing for her favor

And her charms

I called for her! As roses do...

With everything within me

But alas! She passed -

And did not glance

My beauty I possess,

With each moment

Dwindles less

I'm left alone

To darkened tones

Yet unknown,

To face my death

I'm left alone,

Now night has grown

And covered me in a shroud

My stalk is stooped

I cannot stand

As once I was so proud

I'm full of sorrow...

There's no tomorrow

For the rose that was forgotten

No glory for a single rose...

The one left in the garden

The night was long...

Seemed not to end...

But finally came the dawn

Again I rose upon my stem,

Alone yet strangely calm

And then I saw her coming to me,

I, the one rose that was left...

With her tender touch she did rend,

And drew me to her breast...

She brought me to a table

And set me in a vase

I bloomed as only I was able,

Giving fragrance with my grace

Alone was I in splendor..

Alone to tell the story

Forlorn within the garden

To the centerpiece of glory

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