THE ROSE

The rose is drawn on a paper.
A fact that's sad but true.
It will never have the lovely smell.
That the way the real one's do.
It's not quite like the real ones.
But its the best that I can do.
God made his for all the world.
But mine's just for you.
The rose has never felt the drops,
Of the early morning dew.
But the tears inside my heart
Will keep it watered for you.
When your feeling sad or lonely
Just look upon this rose of mine.
And know my love is true!!!!

My original work for poetry.com with this one I had a chance at being noticed but now that time has past.