I want to mention you my crimson love,
You’re resilience is not overlooked!
Yes, I’ve notice your beauty, proud
standing tall amongst the shrubs.
Parading your beauty, the
final one in these cold days.
I’d given up on seeing anymore roses
this season, until you proved
me wrong. I wanted to remember
you, but when I came back you
were gone. Someone decided your
beauty was theirs for the taking.
Now, all I can do is remember you
in this elegy. You were the final one.