Crimson petals,
Unmarred,
Intoxicating fragrance,
Enchanting the bearer.
Its beauty,
Held in the hands of Time.
He moves to caress the flower,
Only to be pricked by the thorn
With a drop of blood,
A single petal
Flutters to the ground
An inaudible sound,
A glint of light
There lies
A leaflet of gold
Time carefully pushes damp soil
Over the fallen petals
And through the hands of Time
The rose blooms anew.
love poems anonymous