Memory's Rose

Clinging to thoughts of not having a beloved
An Angel came to her and whispered of love
Illuminated by a soft glow of light
The Angel transformed into her white knight
Longing for his touch, the soft feel of the rose
Intimately the touch came and her eyes closed
Nervously she opened her eyes to find only a rose

She cradled the rose like a precious gem
Not wanting or thinking of anyone but him
The sweet scent of the rose came
Knowing she will never love the same

She felt the rose pulsating love
It's as pure as a white dove
Her heart an organ of blazing passion aching for
a ghost
Yearning for the love she needed most
The rose converted into a flood of flames & light
The tears streamed down her cheeks at the sight
Needing him more than words can say
She knew her white knight could never stay.