On this day, I give you roses of red-
One for each time my heart has bled,
Petals so soft and vulnerable in store-
Just as my heart, crushed upon the floor.
Thick green stems, simply the finest-
Just as the ropes that eternally bind us,
And the thorns, ever hidden from view-
Many times Iíve felt the prick of you.
The thinly lined wrapper, color of gold,
Conceals the very truths left untold.
The ribbon of delicately woven silk strands,
Reminding of my tears, so freely they ran.
This gift being my final loose end-
To a battle I simply could not win,
Saying goodbye to our life of past-
I wish you the best of luck to be had.
I wish there was more that I could say...
This is definantly not the Happy Valentine's Day...
Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...