My Rose

It grew in my garden

The most stunning rose

My mornings

Were filled with fragrance

My evenings 

Were adorned by Velvet petals 

We spoke 

The unsaid words

We understood 

This natures gift

She filled my heart

I felt so loved

Her scent was divine 

Her touch was so fine

It was the prize  of my garden

Center of my attention 

I could just sit near

And look at her for hours

We departed 

Just for few days

When I returned

The Rose was gone

It was covered

With the Web

Made by the red eyed spider 

Who despise rose and me

An opportunist 

Took advantage

It gradually allured the rose

Sat on its petals

Giving tender kisses

Then made the web

Trapping the rose

Imprisoning it 

Causing suffocation 

Rose lost its fragrance

Then lost its valvety petals 

Died a slow gradual death

And I lost my best friend

My only place of solace 

Taken from me

By the Spider

Who still lurks around 

Watching me 

From every nook and cranny

© Asma Kareem

Nov 4, 2013