My attempt. April 30, 2014 by parchedsouls Leave a comment https://wanderingofwords.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/which-poetic-form-are-you/ The heart bloomed Like a rose ready to be plucked Parched, it longed not for water Only love was its thirst And there it found What it yearned for so long Everything ever dreamt was Put up as a crown And life was perfect Until he left And remember No rose ever wishes to be plucked. Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePinterestRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: parchedsouls Diploma in Fashion Design. M.A in English Literature. Bachelor of Education. Teacher.