Roses

I held my tattered roses close
But I could not restart
For they were dead too long ago
To plant them in my heart

So I hung up my broken wings
And sheathed my shattered sword
For then I knew I’d never see
My innocence restored

I saw the other stand back up
Reclaim his dusty crown
But how can summer grow again
When life’s dried out and brown?

In fear the rose’s fragrance sweet
I cautiously avoid
For memory of my one true love
And flowers he destroyed

Since you have found me hold me close
For now you must bestow
The fertile soil of your heart
To make my roses grow

Reforge for me my splintered sword
My shining crown renew
Bind up with love my broken wings
And I will fly with you