I have found a rose
That grew in never ending shadows of silence
where breath has  never fallen upon its dark petals
Its beauty never matched
By the purest of all flower buds.

This flower was mine,
entwined within my fingers
griping it tightly, afraid the wind wouldblow it away,
Hoping I would not lose the flower
which i held within my fist.

At first its thorns were soft
which could not break skin
I guess I was afraid
that these would soon harden
because my grip was too loose
that i allowed such a simple breeze
to blow its petals away.

I lost my flower
with its black petals and all
Finding myself hoping that its
petals do not wither away under
the hot rays of the sun

Hoping to one day reclaim
the one that got away,
so that one night
our love will once again bloom.