"THE FADED ROSE"🥀

 After half a decade 

 the book I dusted

 the faded rose tripped

 but still it wasn't ripped.

The rose was still red

Though the freshness was lost

the memories it carried

made it last longer without guard.

I remember the day,

the day she gave me 

the first gift of our love

a rose, a pen and kiss of beloved.

The pen I lost, the kisses repeated

but the rose even faded

denied to go dead 

 in the middle of the pages.

The petals got dried,

the fragrance was plied

but the faded rednesss of the rose

somehow survived.

She always had said

"We are the stars twinkling 

in sync with our eyes glittering." 

But she missed stars were too weakling.

The forever was never enough

but it got enough before forever.

Even feelings got dusted and shred

but the red rose was still red.