Analysis of Rose

Watch me grow, watch me play
Rose kept the thorns away

never looking frail or old
coloured with love and beaming with bold

a women with the strongest branches
who never got enough chances

her mind was slipping, it wasn’t her fault
the petals falling into a halt

her stem could not withhold her beloved
but her nearest and dearest always felt loved

her presence was enough for them all
however they wished she could just recall

eventually the petals fell, not to grow back again
time lost, and love felt with pain

not one day, not one hour
did I  forget about my flower