The Poem

Watching the rose in the moon light
Each night another petal falling
Softly till it kisses the ground
Each night I watch it, it representing my heart
Each time a single red petal falls and kisses the floor
I fall more in love with you
Soon there will only be the heart of this rose left
A heart dead of its beauty but its love showing strong
Will anyone love this heart?
This heart of no colour?
This heart that loves but is not pretty?
Someday there will be love for it
And its beauty will come back
It will regrow and may be allowed to keep its petals
With out them falling to kiss the floor
But only in true love will the petals return
and this heart will Once again become a rose.