The Rose

The Rose

I was just a tiny seed
when he came along and planted me.
He watered me everyday
loved me and nurtured me.
With each new day,
i grew and grew.
When i sprouted.
I was filled with love and beauty.
Each morning,
my petals opened and my love exploded.
He watched over me,protected me.
He was my master and i his slave.
But the frost came early this year.
The frost,
a chain of deception and lies.
That is what wilted me.
I no longer could feel the warmth of the sun.
It was blocked by deceit.
Slowly,my petals fell to the ground.
And i began to die.

Tarek Nassif
2005