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Comparison
To
A
Rose
I
planted
a
rose
and
watched
it
grow,
I
tended
it
every
livelong
day;
With
loving
care
I
pampered
it,
For
it
was
mine
to
cultivate.
It
burst
in
bloom,
a
sight
to
see;
I
gazed
in
awe
and
sheer
surprise
And
touched
its
petals
tenderly;
Its
dazzling
beauty
filled
my
eyes.
Then
I
forgot
about
the
rose,
Too
busy
with
other
things
to
see
How
sad
the
little
rose
became
Without
the
loving
care
from
me.
So
soon
it
withered
upon
the
bush,
Its
petals
fell,
to
my
dismay,
And
then
I
knew
without
my
care
My
lovely
rose
had
died
that
day.
I
gave
my
love
to
someone
dear,
He
nurtured
it
every
single
day;
With
loving
care
he
pampered
it,
For
it
was
his
to
cultivate.
My
love
increased
until
it
seemed
My
heart
would
surely
overflow;
He
gave
me
more
than
I
had
dreamed
Would
ever
be
my
luck
to
know.
Then
he
forgot
about
my
love,
Too
busy
with
other
things
to
know
That
love,
like
roses,
needs
tending
daily
In
order
for
it
to
thrive
and
grow.
And
soon
without
his
loving
care
My
heart
forgot
the
notes
to
sing,
Then
only
memories
remained
Of
nourished
love
and
joys
of
spring.
~Copyright
©
1995
Ruth
Gillis~
Previously
published
in
Poet's
Review
March
1995
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