Like so many roses,
Our tears fall
Mistaken misunderstandings,
Misgivings
You fall,
All our lives we've waited
For something like this
Something so pure
But we are left with flowers
Thrown away,
Shorn
Left to whither in the sun
Of Gods long ago forgotten
You're a white rose in a black garden...
and you fall...like a snowflake...
Let me help you up
William Davis