As the first light rose high in the sky
I looked outside my window and started to cry.
There sat a small red rosebud
The sight of it was just so sad.
Tomorrow it will completely bloom
Not excepting its horrible doom
In a few short days this rose will die
No sense getting attached to it, I thought with a sigh.
This rose is just like our life
Everything eventually dies and the hurt is rife
Is there even sense in loving someone?
It is inevitable that one day he will be gone
For everything in nature has an end
There are some things that not even love can mend.
I thought that love would last for ever or at least for
long
But I guess that I was wrong