"Withered Rose"
A withered rose stands, a haunting sight,
Amidst a garden of heavenly delight.
In the garden's tender embrace it was born,
A delicate rose, in the morning adorned.
Its petals once vibrant, a crimson array,
Now withered and faded, in twilight's gray.
Each petal a page in its life's brief tome,
A symbol of beauty, a memory of home.
The withered rose, a testament to grace,
Our love, withered, in a cold embrace.
In ruins of dreams, a winter's song did crash,
Our love once vibrant, now turned to ash.
The echoes of your laughter in my mind,
Now a bittersweet memory, hard to find.
The pain of our parting, relentless, it aches,
In this love's tragic ending, my heart breaks.
Though we walked away, our souls remain tied,
In the tears we shed, our love won't hide.
A painful ending to a love once so true,
In this lonely abyss, I still yearn for you.
Maxwell O'Reilly
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