Neglected Rose

My love is a rose,

fallen from your hands.

Stepped upon and crushed,

buried over by the sands.

It was innocent and beautiful,

and fragile as can be.

Invisible like a ghost,

you feel it but cannot see.

Pure as a dewdrop,

and fresh as the rain.

But your ignoring it,

gives me a lot of pain.

And it now depends on you,

whether you hear my lonely sigh.

Or you choose to neglect my love,

to let it wither and die.