A Dozen Red Roses and a Diamond Ring
March 21, 2008

A Dozen Red Roses and a Diamond Ring
Dozen red rose in his left and a diamond ring in his right hand
He’d hoped to give the one girl who would make him a man
Beauty, tenderness, and gentleness so passionate and pure
Was all she had to offer and she hid it beneath a cloud of fear
His world was disillusioned by the desire to need
While his dreams where driven by the want to succeed
Her nights seemed so long and her days so cold
For she dreaded her fate, to grow old alone
He’d always slept with his left hand held to his heart
As he searched his dreams for that one missing part
Her hopeless almond eyes never left the ground
For she’d believed that true passion could never truly be found
He’d fall for those others again and again, thinking he found that
missing piece
Oh, how easy was it for him to trust in those that loved him the very least
Her heart had been broken and bruised over and over again
By the very ones she’d believe she knew how to mend
These two children, born into more than one culture and race
Preformed their roles, for they’d let the world select their painful fate
They where raised to expect to be hated and feared
And it was that fear that held them so far apart a yet so very near
For, he’ll go on to marry a kind woman, have children and build a good home
And he’ll find it hard to remember when he ever had a moment alone
And she’ll fell the memory of him began to fad,
As the years passed and she gracefully aged
For she to would grow to love her husband
And raise her children on a the hills of a beautiful Sicilian land Surprises, surprises, this is how these story always goes
But it’s the ending that forever remains untold
For on the day she smiles and closes her eyes, a pond her chest
One of his wilted red roses will silently rest
With a tarnish ring tied around its stem,
And small note stained with a tear and faded hymen.
And next to her, he will silently lie
With his hands placed not on his heart but by her sides;
And the note will read, for those who wish to see
Beyond this world full of fear and greed
“My love for you will never subside, but today my fear of it has finally died.”
written by Easyrivers
May 6, 2008 at 2:49 am
This is my absoulte favotie poem!!! So beautiful!!! What a great love story…
May 6, 2008 at 4:33 am
Aww, thank you…
U really like it?
It’s kinda sad, but i was tring to show that the ‘fear of love’ only disappears after death.