He glanced down at the rose that he held,
So pure, full, like a mimic of his heart,
he knew he had to tell her,he was sorry, that he loved her from the start,
he walked down the cobbled streets in search of his love,
when he was distracted by a happening in the skies up above,
A rotting skull, and the slithering snake,
he knew that a life was at stake,
he ran to the castle, stumbling in the dark,
but he was determined to see who had conjured the mark,
as he emerged in the illuminating castles light,
he saw two dark hooded figures take flight,
he stared down at the rose, it was drooping with sadness,
its petals dishevled and torn,
Never again to wear the happiness it had worn,
Still, as one petal fell to the floor,
he pressed on further through the castle doors,
he heard her scream, saw her fall from the stairs,
he ran forward and caught her in time,
the love he felt was sublime,
he still held the rose,in his hand,
she was weak and could barely stand,
As she lay unconscious on the hospital bed,
He placed his warm hand on her head,
He gently caressed her rosy cheek,
He smiled, though he knew her days were bleak,
He pushed away a strand of hair,
Looked at her eyes, closed and unaware,
He moved his eyes unto her lips,
And reminisced of their first kiss,
He said ' I Love You', he hoped she'd pull through,
His words were pure, spoken so true,
Every day he would come just to admire,
and bring the same rose,
Looking at her he never would tire,
That night as he made his way home,
He was overcome by a feeling that he was not alone,
The breeze was shivering,
The trees were quivering,
he still kept that rose, its life diminishing,
He unlocked his door, the wind chimes sang,
Suddenly the telephone rang,
He dropped the phone when he heard what was said;
The painful words, ' I'm sorry she's dead',
But a single tear did not fall from his eye,
He just could not bring himself to cry,
The day of the funeral came, buried under love so peacefully,
He stood there and admired her grave,
He felt a reassuring breeze pass through his presence,
He could feel her warmth standing next to him,
Felt her smiling, he smiled too,
And that night when he was warm in his bed,
He remembered the last words to her that he said.
His heart held the secret which he longed to tell
As the last petal of the rose fell...