the Game of Love

I gave you roses
But you played
"Love me, or, love me not!"
You smiled and grieved
With each last petal
And then threw them away
Out of your window
Down the heap of garbage...
I came to see you,
Smilingly you opened the door,
Holding my hand you drew me inside,
A wounded smile I wore
The roses embodied my feelings for you,
You weighed the intensity
Of my fidelity;
Thorns of the invisible truth
Reflected through the scattered,
Dry and bloody petals
Laid on the ground
Strongly appeared in my mind
When you said,
"I love you!"
           ____Azrael Pavel