After the Rain – A Rose’s Heart

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I was a rose beneath the sun,

Waiting for a hummingbird’s gentle flight.

My petals opened just for you,

Holding my nectar, soft and bright.


Each dawn I hoped your wings would pause,

That you would rest your heart in mine.

But winds kept calling you away

To other blooms along the vine.


I loved you more than words could say,

Yet love should never beg to stay.

A rose must guard her silent pride,

Not lose herself along the way.


So I will not bend to the ground,

Nor plead for wings that choose to roam.

My petals carry quiet strength-

A lonely rose still stands her own.


The love I gave was never wrong,

It proved the depth my heart could grow.

And somewhere in this endless garden

A kinder bird may someday know.


For after storms and falling rain,

The sky returns both calm and blue.

New blossoms wake in gentle light,

And love will find the heart that’s true.


Do not bend to touch the ground,

For someone who won’t turn around.

Love was never meant to be

A chain that steals your dignity.

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