I Still Have That Rose

I have that rose,

Nestles on velvet,

Inside the jewel box,

For you that I bought.

Imbued with memories;

Is each petal-

Blackened, frail,

Token of old love.

Long ago it'd lost,

Its moisture of love;

Moisture in eyes

Is still what remains.

It shatters with

Even gentle touches;

With eyes, tenderly,

I touch it enough.

A tear falls;

Soon it permeates,

The rose's shriveled,

Still remains dead.

I close the box,

And my teary eyes.

To the heaven, I say-

"I still have that rose."