Rose~Original Poem By: Christina PT.

There you sit all pretty in pink.
Or white. Or red.
As I look at you and think,
of my life ahead.
I ponder the question of time,
and when it will end.
The years of my life I'll climb,
with you, my rose, my friend.
So when I gaze at you,
during my time alone,
I think of someone I once knew,
someone who is now unknown.