The Rose Of Romance Poem by John Yaws

When the rose of romance withers,
And the heart is sere and dry-
And you gaze upon the wreckage-
Of your life and wonder why…

How what was once a thing of beauty-
Is now a desert harsh and bare,
And you search for lost emotions,
And no longer find them there…

When that love you thought eternal-
Has spread its wings and gone-
And you find the "road less traveled,
Is the one you walk alone.

"Why? " Eternal question that!
So weak, and so forlorn-
It makes a person wish that they-
Never had been born.

The loneliness consumes you-
And you cannot even weep,
And you find yourself oft praying,
That Death comes in your sleep.



But the rose of love blooms early-
When the future looks so bright.
But you find it disappearing-
As you enter twilights night.