Wilting Rose Poem by Genevieve Pilat

In the corner of a cluttered room
Sits a single rose wilting away
Still in its vase drooping low
A rose that seen a better day.

The rose that was a pure white sight
Has browned from the age of time
It's outer beauty no longer there
No longer is it sublime.

The natural perfume that filled the room
Has faded in the air
Its velvet touch from the petals once fresh
Now withered and dead, a true despair.

Given long ago as a gift to a love
To express love's true emotion
A single rose for a single beauty
The lover's true devotion.

Yet time goes by and so did love
But here the rose wants to remain
To never die out and keep living on
Hoping someday love will regain.

In filthy water the rose did wilt
To live it really tried
Yet a wilting rose must accept the fact
That the love has truly died.