If I Were the Last Red Rose...
Should I fade with the light of dawn;
the last of the pure white roses.
Would you notice that I am gone
as the sunlight then imposes?
Should I wither within the day;
would you know I am nearing death?
Would you then stop to look my way;
or, ignore my last weary breath.
Were I adored by someone new
would you give me to them freely;
or would you keep me just for you
though you no longer look at me.
If I were the rose of desire;
instead of the pallid and pure.
Would you look to me to inspire
passionate beauty and allure?
Oh, if I were the last red rose;
instead of the innocent white
perhaps at last you would expose
the doors to your heart and invite?
But I am not the bold red flame
and I cannot rival love's shade.
There are none that can bear the blame;
as one by one my petals fade.
I was not born to seek great fame;
nor could I ever catch your eye.
I am a rose without a name;
and like everything I shall die.
If I were the last rose of red
you'd hold the promise of love near;
cherishing my petals though dead
and forever hold me as dear.
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