I lost my patience a year ago,
and found it in a corner today covered in dust.
As I blew it off and saw the beauty of the colors I wondered,
"How could I have lost track of this precious piece"
The red and green are natural, but it is fake.
I'm glad it is fake it wouldn't be around long if it wasn't.
Because it is fake I can hold it dear forever.
I look at it and understand that it is OK to let go.
I look and understand even though I lost it.
The rose looks back at me and I know it was never gone.
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I know its hard to understand but im not asking you to im not even asking you to comment on it...
Written September 23rd, 2005
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