Rose Oracle
I picked up a Rose an emblem of love
Hopeful heart and a rolling tear
He loves me and he loves me not
One petal at a time with a soft whisper
Each petal of rose a scintilla of hope
With each pluck rising and sinking
Last petal of Rose said loves me not
Eyes made way for bursting tears
Letting go is not an easy mission
Hope searched and found another Rose
He loves me not and he loves me true
Whispering again I found my self
April 19, 2015
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