Roses and Hearts

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One.. red rose

You liked me

Seventeen years, always the first

Two.. red rose

Flattered, was I?

Wilted and withered, but did it matter?

But dear, you are my past...

Now..

Three..red, four..yellow

This heart, once hollow

Blank pages, empty space,

My oh my, what a daze..

I am not colour blind

I don't mind, I resigned

Let you in, in my mind,

in my heart

and you were right

my dear

roses, they wither, but the hands that gave them with a bonded heart

will always be remembered..

The Dreamer©2010