~~~ Significance ~~~

The burgundy rose bud,
Which bloomed
On the day of your
Death anniversary
Cut and kept within
The worn out
Pages of your book...

Has all dried,
The petals, which held
The fragrance of your
Unswerving words,
Have withered
Separating from the stalk,
The thorns on the long brown
Stem have thickened

Running my fingers through it
I come to know it was not
The beauty of love
In your words that held me

But, the sheer pain of knowing
What love was for you?
How tenderly
You walked through the
Thorny path of life
Until flinging yourself
Unflinchingly
To death...