Being Loved, I have felt it so.
It was a path very unknown.
I walked and felt the glow,
Of the sun, warming every bone.

The beautiful rose I gathered,
And the thorns never stung me.
It seemed immortal and vividly colored
With more than the eyes could see.

As more things came to life,
Like a bright flame growing stronger,
I stumbled but kept walking in strife;
Thinking pain I would feel no longer.

The rain, it started to fall.
It wilted the rose I cared for so dear.
The cold came without a call.
Killing all the life and causing a tear.

I stopped and tried to heal.
Everything was too damaged,
And it felt all too real.
I became so weak, I faltered.

Why? That is the secret I long to know.
Why everything died without a fight.
The sun lost it’s warm glow,
And the rose lost color and turned into night.

I had to gain the power to keep walking,
But I still hold this rose so dead
As memory of the road worth taking,
And for all the tears I still shed.