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By ~*truelies*~ Date: 2001 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.04.14.32.17114]] |
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He gave her the rose and said let this symbolise our love. She said she'd treasure it. She went home and put it in a vase. She smiled and thought of him everyday she saw it. When it opened, she gave her heart to him. She said she'd marry him. She said she'd look after him until they were both old. When the rose wilted she threw it away. When he noticed it was gone he asked her why she threw it? She said it was old, frail, withered and no longer beautiful. He called off the engagement and said they could never marry. When she asked why he explained: The rose was not only the symbol of our love, But was a symbol of me. If you cannot appretiate the frail beauty of the rose, At its most wise and needing the most love, In its tender hours before it faded away, Then you will not love me when I am old and withered, And when I wrinkle and get ugly you will throw me away too. But, she said, it was only a rose. So, he said, I am only a man. Neither is more important than the other. Look after your roses, he said, As he walked out of her life. |