The Rose Adorned

I hand to you
     a rose,
adorned with
     pretty bows,
from a bleeding heart
     that grows with love,
thats afraid of time ahead,
     of yesterdays dead,
and of words unsaid.

A love no more,
     of feelings unsure.
As the faded bows
     on a wilting rose,
so goes love
     thats afraid
to take a lovely rose
     adorned with pretty
     bows...