Is this what remains when love is gone?
|Poetry Form: Acrostic
Dry roses in a crystal vase
Each bloom clinging to a thorny stem
Are these scarlet blossoms all that’s left of love:
Dry petals crumbling into dust.
Faded petals drop off one by one
Leaving behind the stalks of past desires
Only dead leaves and cruel thorns remain
Waiting in vain for love’s return,
Each day tears fall into the roses’ urn
Replacing evaporating water with
Salt that burns the shoots of love.