Rose Petals

Once you gave me a beautiful rose
it was the greatest thing anyone has given me
I did not received it with open arms
as time when by i learned to love it
I would look at it every morning and smile
because it remind me of our love
when the rose dried out
tears drops slow ran down my eyes
I thought the rose would live forever
I would still look at it every morning
in hope that its petals will turn red again
they never got their color back
one by one the rose's petals fell on the cold floor
sadly i picked them up all the petals
carefully not to harm them
I did not want to lose any of them
I saved the petals in box
I shaped them into a heart
I did not care that the petals lost their color
nor that they no longer lived
because they lived inside me
I want and need to keep the petals
I saved them in my heart
I open the box every day
in hope that one day the petals
will return to their original shape
a beautiful rose