Dying Rose

I was a rose when we met,
still growing, not yet bloomed.
Your first touch, I can never forget.
Oh, how this love first consumed.

Petals grew with gentle care,
My sunlight was what you gave.
What love was like, I was unaware.
With new sensations, I became a slave.

Months passed, clouds covered above,
Fighting hard to find sunlight of past.
Rose reaching, searching, for love.
Hoping these clouds would not last.

What life was this to live?
Sunlight growing weaker by day.
Realizing care you could not give.
Oh, how I wanted you in any way.

This rose has nothing left but bud,
My inside, core, bare for all to see.
Petals fell, are now lost, in the mud.
Through all I thank you for loving me.