A re-post : To a Special someone, of whom nobody but I shall know of.

The crystal rose,
Beauty that rivals Gaia,
Resilient to nature,
Alas, fragile to the touch.

Glittering proudly in the rays of the sun,
Beaming ever so resplendently,
Smiling ever so majestically,
Mirroring the joys of the world.

Glowing ever so gently in the moonlight,
Crystals of light illuminating the smooth petals,
It casts a gentle aura,
As if soothing the world to sleep.

I could only desire for such beauty,
To gain the right to stand alongside it,
Protecting it altruistically,
For its presence, shines but a gentle ray of light in my heart.

But alas, such desires can hardly come true,
For it could be me,
My own hand, the one which desires to gallantly protect it,
The one to shatter it, disintegrating it into dust.

As time moves on,
Only I have withered old,
But the crystal rose forever stands,
Untouched by nature.

Soon I bid the world farewell,
Whilst darkness envelops me slowly but surely,
The sight of the crystal rose is burned into my eyes,
Still displaying its splendor and majestic rays.

For my crystal rose,
I would have died to protect you,
But I would have definitely died more,
If the unthinkable happened.

I leave now,
Whilst always looking out for you,
From wherever I am,
I pray time does not harm your beauty