We planted roses in the spring when love was floating in the air. A diamond glittered on your ring reflected in your hazel eyes the rainbow hues of paradise. We had so much to give and share. The months went by, the roses bloomed, but when one day an ill wind blew – no mercy shown – our dreams were doomed to wither slowly and decay. That fateful night you passed away all the white roses died with you. --------------------------------------- [Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020] Rhyme scheme: A-B-A-C-C-B D-E-D-F-F-E Contest: Rhyme Time 7 ~ Deep and Dark Sponsored by Lu Loo Placed 1st © 27th December 2018