The Rose

Walking through a meadow I look for
A single rose that is no more.
It was there for us as we met in the dark.
It's no where to be found since we lost our spark.
Where ever it went it shines it's light
On those whose love penetrates the night.
The gravity has no effect as the rose rises,
Breaking through love's many disguises.
Roses work in mysterious ways,
Using time to make compassion haze.