Faded Rose - Poem by Irene ClarkHogg
A fragile young rose is a flower of great beauty,
Which a gardener may wish to grow in his soil
She enhances his life and brings great admiration;
But needs care and attention which means he must toil.
Soon she produces sweet buds as her offspring,
Which nod their fine heads as they dance in the sun.
His rose will need shelter and food and protection.
They bring joy to each other, their lives full of fun.
The colours of the rose may fade as time passes,
Though her scent still floats upon the night air.
He grows bored with her presence, and seeks other interests,
Not noticing that she soon dies without care.
Love is a rose which grows deep inside us.
It needs our attention and reminders each day,
That it must be nourished with caresses and kindness,
Not neglected: a habit, which in time fades away.
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