Dried rose

Running for days, with each stride my bones grind together, I have crossed rivers, climbed mountains in treacherous weather. My heart beats faster then a humming bird flaps wings, barely able to stand, yet hearing my sweet siren sing. When I finally reach you out of breath which could be my last, to smell your sweet skin, taste your sweet lips one last time is all I ask. I run and run until these legs will give out. Your love my sweet angel is something I cannot live without. Though years have passed I miss my true lover. time has passed and you have discarded me for another. Deep in loneliness I let out a somber sigh. You returning to me is like wishing this rose will never dry.