The Rose

My heart aches, my knees are weak

Losing this sorrow is all that I seek

Dreams of the future now only regrets

Alone without you is as bad as it gets.


My dreams for love only needed a name

So I gave them yours, but now such a shame

You’re gone from my life as fast as you came

That it’s just not to be is such as shame.


Your life will unfold as it’s meant to be

Too bad there’ll never be a “you and me”

It could have been what love’s all about

That you are the “one” I have no doubt.


I long for you to have given us a chance

To see if there could be true romance.

Sadness is now the theme of my prose

But don’t let it be said:

 “I never sent you a rose”.