Wilted Rose

Some roses may wilt in summer's sun, and

Say the heat was a force too strong

The strongest buds and petals in the

World can only hold strength for so long

Will you turn cheek and let my red rose die; in the

End, life and bloom return ten fold

In knowing my rose will live on past death, the

Fire of the sun will never have its hold

Some roses may wilt in winter's cold, and

Say that the blizzard was too long

In knowing that love can never be frozen

Ice will never take away its sweet song

From death is born life and my love is

What lives, I will always be devoted to you

I've felt your soft petals between my fingers, and

Tasted the sweet nectar of you too

Of roses that wilt I will never take for granted, my

Desire will lift a dying bud to bloom

I hold your rose close, next to my heart and

Hold my desire within until my tomb

With my last request I'll water your stem

Those who deny your thirst be damned

Who leave you in the sun to burn, only do so in

Favor of earning judgement and remand

...Fire of the sun will never have its hold