Sandy Rose

One day, I decided to plant a bulb into the earth.
A bulb that would blossom into a mighty rose.
A deep silky red is the color that would be birth.
A sweet smell would eminate from it, pleasing to the nose.

I patted it firmly into the dirt and smiled.
For I planned to give this beauty to my dearest.
A feeling overcame me that was totally wild.
More excited than ever before, not even to the nearest.

I watched from my bedroom window.
As it began to poke through the ground.
It could finally feel the sunshine glow.
But then slowly ominous clouds started to surround.

I saw the wind pick up and heavy objects fly.
Immediately my only concern was my short lived rose.
I threw my body over it, trying to keep it safe and dry.
I endured the long hours as the wind blows.

After what felt like forever, the skies cleared.
I picked up my heavy body drenched from the rain.
Alas, it was not as I had dreadfully feared.
My little rose had no damage to sustain.

Soon after, the train of events took a turn for the worse.
I fell seriously ill from all the beating of the weather.
I rested in bed, hoping the virus would disperse.
My head began feeling as light as a feather.

My forehead began to sear with heat.
My fingertips numb, my body cold.
It felt as though my heart failed to beat.
My life was in danger I was told.

Through my suffering my eyes never moved.
The rose was the only thing that mattered.
Never off the rose were my eyes removed.
I knew this would make my dearest flattered.

Slowly my health pulled out of concern.
My mind was cleared and my rose was there.
I thought to myself this rose was well earned.
For it bloomed so beautifully and fair.

I kept care of it day after day.
Making sure that it is in the best condition.
Make this rose extravagant i would pray.
To make her happy was my current ambition.

The time approached in which I would cut.
The most distinct perfection of beauty.
I placed the trimmers and sealed them shut.
I felt I had almost finished my duty.

A little tag saying I love you tied to the stem.
A fancy ribbon tying it together.
It looked as good as a bright shining gem.
Yet still as luxurious as leather.

I asked if she would see me at the beach.
She happily agreed, informing me she had much to say.
By foot it how I would be able to reach.
The place where I could make her day.

I saw her and ran to her with rose behind my back.
As I stopped a foot in front of her.
I presented her the rose with words to lack.
For moths of patience, the results were about to occur.

She graciously took the rose in hand.
Smiled and said, "I want nothing to do with you."
Things went as they werent planned.
To the sands the rose she threw.

A thorn from the rose shot through my heart.
She turned around and walked away.
I fell on my knees and simply fell apart.
My whole being was in disarray.

A rose in the sand. A thorn in my heart.
[c] Vince Ly .

My older brother wrote this . He thought I would think it was crap . I think it's beautiful . What about you ?