astercalia Rose

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ROSE

A poem for Astercalia 

Along the path, a rose is just sitting

Eagerly awaiting selection by the ideal companion.

That rose sits for days and days and months and months

 With the person it hopes

 To spend its final days with.

Searching for the ideal companion.

The ideal companion to call their own.

 

They are hoping that person will elicit emotions from them that they

 Never anticipated feeling.

Someone who was worth all the suffering.

Yet at that precise moment, the rose was chosen.

It is aware that they have found the right person.

 

Someone who would be able to treat them with greater respect than the person

Who came before them on the path

Someone who is capable of admiring that rose before its final bloom.

Someone who is aware that the rose was their flower.

 

The ideal companion and the rose are both in their final bloom.

Before they met, they each led different lives.

However, the end.

One and the same.

The ideal companion: the rose.

Lived a life they never imagined being able to.

Written by;

Lady Katerina Angelika de Sarkozic