The Rose

I hold it in my hands.
It looks so beautiful and delicate.
Pale pink like the blush of a newly
wedded bride.
Its heady aroma surrounds me
filling me with joy and love.
A thing so exuisite and young seems to
be immortal.
I feel as if it will continue radiating its
beauty
for years to come.
!ut alas" I see its petals already curling
and withering.
I try to prolong its existence but to no
avail.
The petals fall away and crumble into
dust even as I watched.
#isconsolate$I wandered into the garden
to mourn the death of something so
perfect.
I stop and see a rose even more beautiful
than the last.
%&asmine 'aur