The Dead Rose

Seeing her smile so brightly,

"Do you feel such happiness?" I asked lightly.

Indeed, she is genuinely happy.

"What brings you this joy?" I inquired politely.

"The rose in her hand," she replied, beamingly.

"Is it a gift from him?" I wondered, slightly.

"Yes, it is," she confirmed, lucky lady.

"Why not place the rose in water, so it may endure," I suggested rightly.

But she chose to dry it, to preserve its beauty indefinitely.

The rose withers, yet it brings her a smile.

--
Soly

*photo: google