Farewell My Valentine Poem by John F. McCullagh

As the Rose is the flower of flowers,
Exalted above all the rest,
Their color denoting desire
Which words alone cannot express.
Some shades are symbols of friendship.
Some others connote happiness.
Some buds are a byword for passion,
and the reddest of blooms says it best.
A first love is never forgotten-
unless you forget yourself first.
It lingers in mind like the taste of your lips.
It is either a blessing or curse.
We were little more than adolescents
That day we embraced by the shore.
Though the tides haven't changed
It has been many years
And now I will see you no more.
My tears are my heart's lamentations
For a Love that was too long repressed.
I place my red rose on your casket.
The reddest of blooms says it best.