La Rosa

O stubborn stubborn seed. How much water did you need?
An ocean of my care I was willing to share and feed.
No flower grows up marred bar those abandoned before fully grown
But I suppose even an ocean can be poured out too hastily.
Bleaching the rose intended red to a pale sickly white.
Cast one white rose on the grave of my love
As the wishful scarlet rose was never mine to see.
No seed planted, no seed grown
No love nurtured, the gardner waits alone.
But with every winter follows every spring
Where every death is a wise ending
A new season comes where seeds sprout new
In my hearts garden with soil rich and brown
Ready for somebody, a seed I will pursue
One day I'll grow a rose that never will fall down.

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