Rose Poem by Agata Konopka

The strength and beauty of her petals
Is overwhelming
Yet even she will die
Her beauty never fades,
Until her spirit is broken,
Like inevitability you will find beauty,
But that is not everlasting,
Her timeless elegance,
Is shadowed by her mortality
Her lush richness,
Powerful fragrance,
Will wilt to the power
Of the cold
That surrounds her
But another will always come to replace her
To once more remind us of
Simple beauty
Like all ageless beauty hers is of
An ageless knowledge
The knowledge of her return never
Grows faint
Despair can only be broken with that knowledge,
The knowledge of her return.

This is dedicated to my best friend my princess and the sister I never had