The Rose

 

The Rose

 

A single rose,

Sat on her desk.

Everyone stared at her,

Entering with it in her hand.

 

He had given it to her,

With love.

She would keep it,

She decided.

 

Someone thinks of me this way,

I hadn’t noticed before.

He is the one I think of like that too.

I would give him a rose as well,

If only I had known.

 

A single rose,

Can make all the difference.

It brought two together.

Only one had to have the bravery,

To give it to the other.

 

The other,

Only had to smile, reach out,

And take it.

The rest will happen on its own.

 

A single rose can make all the difference.

Only the question is:

Are you brave enough?

 

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

good. My only suggestion is that you try not to use commas/periods at the end of every line - it really makes the poem choppy and prevents flow. Oh, and watch how you phrase things, something like "He is the one I think of like that too," while artistic, can distract the reader. Over all, a very good poem. well done?

[*Kantola*]

This is a pretty poem that reminds me of something that i did i 5th grade like that, but it ended horribly >> Good poem! It flows nicely, and has a constant rhythm. Bravo!