Yellow Rose

A poem I wrote for an online friend I had once.

Yellow Rose

A single blooming yellow rose
I thought to care for deeply,
More than any other kind.
Not used to such a beautiful flower
had not a clue what to do with it,
Pull its roots and watch it blossom?
Or let it wilt and die?
Pluck its petals one by one,
Until its last he loves me not?
Set the stem off to the side
And hope for growth of yet another one?
A second chance to witness beauty,
Put what happened far behind.
This time treat it so cautiously,
Knowing I may not get a third try.
Water it newly everyday,
Somehow keep it alive.