Divine was a forlorn maiden by the name rose
As never was there a rose before she, entitled the name.
Red tresses lengthy, comprised of petals
Most fragile, her skin translucently fair,
That all may see her veins stream green immortality.
No seed could ponder nor endeavor, emulate her beauty
Breathing forth sweet-smelling dew inwards the solitary spring.

Fantasy is all she inadvertently knew, Empathetic tales
Romantic, Forlorn maidens frantic, Rose sought to what only
attaints to her Ears “Your smile” she reads a line sprung from
out a poets Heart, the same as would a fervent lover intoxicated
by his fancies Constitute love. “Your smile, a soft kiss applied,
my dearest Carla” Rose thus bewailed “Oh woe to all whom
sulk gloom under The shadow of oblivion, ignorant the essence
of the sweet Betake, Trice blindfolded by the idle hand”

Her countenance bespoke a heart bedridden ache
For she had none to abate her abrading anxious state.
Situated on a remote land, one desolate house to provide
Shelter for one forlorn maiden cast out by society, on the
account her ailing body, an aliment none knew the Name.
Rose blooms forth poems from out her heart’s soil
“If knew I….the symbol of love it would be the color
Red velvet upon the earnest touch, the sustaining force
Keeping love afloat the heart’s veneer, would be the color
Green, a taste of portable love transcending into immortality;
Based on the gravity of there love, balanced eternal.

At the pinnacle of her aliment February fourteen
Came across a wagon traveler led to her house by
Parched throat, for even those who traveled knew of
her fate. He knocked and waited time appropriate …
Time beseeched he make entry, soon thereafter Rose
Was cast beneath the veil. Upon seeing her
His thirst was quenched, “More dried are the throats
Of them whom never looked upon so fair a maiden
Symbolic love.”

The wagon traveler lamented over her death for, for
The first time he comprehended the essential correspondents
Of love and all that wast impeded within him, such concerns
As the discernments of love, fell ethereal, as a star’s death
Every eye sought to see. He lifted her petite body up, placed
Her upon the grass outside, and with the claw of despair,
Commenced digging her grave where her heart’s ache would
Alas be allayed, upon finishing he placed her body gentle
Without casket within her newly dug grave. For…
“Interring beauty with a mask would cause its meaning
hid forever”

Rose’s body interred the wagon traveler recited the dictates
Of his heart. “A maiden exiled upon false presumptions
Ratifying her ailment virulently Contagious… a whim!
bitter solitude hast rived her From upon the earth,
a loss onto every man” His eyes faded in to a new light.
 “Her demise more over incited by what love there was
 none”As heaven where sprung where from the earth,
There upon her grave was born the first rose, emanated
from she whom never received love, but would now in
sprit, embodied within a rose, her heart upon a stem,
given wings of freedom, to experience transient love to and
fro, lover to lover from lovers clandestine.
A rose, symbolic the beauty of love everlasting.