Truth Is Poetry
My Rose
By: Craig A. M. Goines
A rose is but a rose when it's around you
The smell
The sight
The meaning behind it
All the times you gave it to someone you love
It was there
There for you
You work hard to buy it
Just to have it around
You work so much to keep it alive
When you lose it it's different
You miss the smell
The touch
The meaning
And you remember how it was there for you
You remember what you did to keep it
And how hard you worked to have it
But when it's not there you miss it
I miss my rose
My love
My heart
What I did for my rose
How I worked for my rose
I miss it
My rose
My love
My daughter
