One rose whispered to the other in the night,
“What you said, was so not right!
How could you doubt her love for you
She has stayed with you, tossing seaweed, the ocean blue!
Listening to your sad laments, your tale of woes!
Making you laugh, encouraging you to wiggle your toes!
And you, what did you do?
What did you do?
Felt so sorry for yourself and hid in your brain…
Not willing to let go and live again!
You would not budge…
You sat in your grief like the lake bottom sludge!
She offered her lightness to you this day
Encouraging you to sing and be gay!
But no…you held on so tight
Not letting love in your sight.
Admit you were wrong…
let joy be your song!
Insult her not for she is gentle as a dove
Insult her not, she gave you all from her love
She loved you asking nothing in return
All you did was allow your anger to churn.
Say you are sorry, you stubborn fool!”
“Alright, I am sorry for insulting you!
I am crying through the night
Recognizing my awful plight
You came to me and offered your best
Please, give my anguish soul a rest.
Accept my apology to you
For you only wanted me to see the good in me too.”