Jeff is the rose

Jeff is the rose

In the secret garden of my heart

Locked away

So that we never have to part

The dew on his petals are my tears

A lonely fragment

Petrified from all of the years.

He is encased in rot iron;

It’s a fence cold and lonely

And the rose is withered and waned.

His leaves are molded and musty

With nothing to be gained

Amongst his spindly, thorny arms

The weeds flourish and feed upon the hard, stark ground.

Once a beautiful thing,

The sun glows upon it

Like a forgotten icon

His tarnished beauty comes from my confusion

Enclosed by walls, a roof, and a fence

Of probable illusion

And it’s all crumbling down around me,

Keeping me from my flower.

He seems so far away

Along the cracked stone path

It seems so far away

That the grass furrows and obscures my sight

Yet he gleams upon me

Like a star in the night

I beg for sustenance, for life

But alone in the shadows I seem to die.

And he fades away from me

Like he had never existed,

Had never came that day.

Oh, what a foolish game I play

Pretending that I will find him again, one day.

He suddenly emerges again

Like back in those glory days

So sweet when just kissed by the sun’s rays.

Jeff, what a strange, beautiful flower is he

Arrived when I thought nothing could be

Such a beautiful treasure in the sun

For everyone to see

In the sun I basked in his glory

As he basked in me

Though, I knew from the beginning

That it would never be.

He still became my rose, my conviction

In the garden that lives caged away in my heart

Never to stray from that first moment, from the start

Now it’s just a vintage garden

With the rose buried some where in the deep,

Jeff is still a rose,

A rose I wanted to keep.


In the mystery garden

Briar Rose lies in the courtyard

Of some forbidden castle asleep.

My want for him has become my secret

Locked away

Yet is still flourishing

In my soul.

My garden is not a garden

It was the love I did and did not tend.

Wounded and bleeding

From his thorns

Leaving a scar I cannot mend.

My heart always keeping this love

Like it’s encased in glass in a perpetual May.

Never forgetting yet always needing

That blessed day.
When I fell in love. When I found him.

So much like the sun is he

A complete entity.