A Rose
a single red rose
stares from a vase.
lush, beautiful, full of life,
it is love.
it stares at me
day and night,
crying it's plea's,
asking to be let into my life.
I am ready now
but as I reach out
it seems farther and farther away.
I leap, I bound,
I give up and cry.
love no longer wants
to be part of my life.
1997
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