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Just A Rose
Just a Rose
By Muriel Palanca
She is just a rose.
So beautiful.
When captured in this morning light.
When dew drops fell,
Her tears would swell,
As crimson turned to night.
She’s delicate
And powerful.
As she lets her thorns recede.
As he walks by,
She starts to cry.
But they are lost in the breeze.
She wilts her head,
As though she were dead,
For she knows he will never love her.
He is just too big
And she is too small
As he towers high above her.
He doesn’t take
a second glance,
As there are other roses there.
He picks some up,
But they are not enough.
So he caresses her with care.
She feels the coldness
Of his touch
As he rips her from the ground.
And though she screams
In agony
He cannot hear a sound.
She doesn’t know
Just what to do
For now her heart is torn.
And though she knows
She would die for him,
She pricks him with her thorns.
She’s falling from
His bleeding hand.
If only he could know.
She loved him more
Than anything
But to him,
She was just a rose.
