Two Roses

Two Roses, both born of same seed,

Breed by same land and bud at same time,

Two Roses, both blooms of unending perfection,

And eternal shape and grace,

Two Roses, twins, identical to the other,

Both cut as gifts and given in name,

Two Roses, symbols of all that is good in life,

Of all that is pleasant and fair,

Two Roses, holding of many ages,

Lost of their kin and brethren,

Two Roses, united once more,

As same as ever save one difference,

Two Roses, one pale and heavenly, but the other…..

The other, of its' petal resides the deepest darkest

Shade of a tell tale color, red.

Two Roses, each of story, true and pure

But the one, I must confess, is sadder, for

Upon it was shed blood of death, though no one,

Ever died,

Two Roses, still alive,

Yet, the pure one can be found,

The other lost in misery.