The pedals of a rose,
Color matters not.
Red, black, white, etc.
They fall when wilt,
For their time doth come.
Only for others to take their place.
The pedals of rose
Present beauty and tranquility.
Only when death comes are they most beautiful.
We do what must be done.
To preserve them we must.
So that we know not what their true beauty is too late.
The pedals of a rose
Represent a multitude of things.
Abundant in colors and meaning.
They are used for love more than anything.
These precious flowers
Are what we give to represent our love for another.
Our hearts are like the pedals of a rose.
Day after day, more and more pedals wilt.
Showing our fragile lives and the short time we own.
We give our hearts to those we adore and love.
But upon heartbreak,
Do we know the true color of our hearts.
Like Alice in Wonderland,
A rose can be painted.
Heartbreak threatens to paint a rose black.
This by far is true.
Many suffer the black paint.
The pain that is instituted within all humanity.