i wanted her to be a rose

i wanted her

to be a rose, to always

be that fragrant,

that beautiful

those petals open,

held to my lips

and nose.

i wanted her to be fresh

and full of beauty,

all day

all night.

feeling the softness

of her skin.

never fading, never

blue,

always blossoming

never to turn

brown

and limp, never dying,

never old,

but new. i wanted her

to be a rose,

a flower in hand.