The Wilt of the Rose

A anology of love gone by

Passing life amongst agony's throws
The petals shed with each of life's woes
For before this day shall end
Another flower the gods will send
To take the place of forgotten petals
And many hearts peirced by metal
But in my mind this one remains
Surely it's colors stain
Not a rose of the color red
But one that is the black and dead
One petal left upon it's stem
It weeps the sorrow of which I sin
But another gust of wind
Shall bring this rose upon it's end