The Last Rose

by Samuel De Lemos

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.