The Rose


A knock on my door,
You stand there, smile on your face,
Red rose in your hand

Freshly fallen snow,
A promise of purity
Rose, promise of love

"This is for you, dear,"
You speak in a gentle tone,
Handing it to me

Stark red against snow,
As you come into my house
Your lips against mine

Months go by in bliss
As you start to go away
The rose has withered

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Rachel Cooper is an 18 year old student attending the University of Saskatchewan as a CMRS major. She wrote "The Rose" about young love and heartbreak. Rachel would like to thank everyone who's supported her and her writing.