The Wilted Rose

In the garden of my heart,

Once bloomed a rose so bright,

But now it's wilted, torn apart,

Left me with a painful sight.

Its petals once so soft and sweet,

Now fallen, dried, and dead,

My heart's now incomplete,

Filled with tears I shed.

For every thorn that pricked my skin,

I cherished every pain,

But now the rose has lost its grin,

And left me with disdain.

I watered it with love and care,

Nurtured it every day,

But now it withers in despair,

Its beauty swept away.

The fragrance that once filled the air,

Is now just a memory,

A love that was so pure and rare,

Now lost in misery.

My heart is now an empty place,

Without that rose so fair,

My tears, a never-ending race,

For the love that's no longer there.

The wilted rose, a symbol of my pain,

A love that couldn't last,

In the garden of my heart, it will remain,

A memory of my past.