Crimson Roses
Deep crimson roses
begin to curl and dry
life slowly drains
from their dying stems
with a final sigh
Flowers of love
in ribbons of ivory silk
Clutched tightly
Dreaming of eternity
Living on honey and milk
A symbol of hope
Sonnets of love spoken
Honoring a relationship
A commitment made and
a bond never to be broken
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©