Two Poems by Cynthia Villanueva

The Blemish on My Rose

There it is, under the glorious sun
deep red, its beauty so proud
multiple layers of soft petals around
with green steady stem holding it up
and green leaves adorning it like a crown.

So perfect, sweet smell, intoxicating
like its beauty is never ending
but look closely there is a blemish
an ugly mark in its beauty a tarnish.

My life is like this rose
beautiful and full of vivid color,
because of your love for me
that I thought will be for eternity.

I never thought that your love
is nothing but an illusion,
like castle in the sand
with the wind and waves,
it was suddenly gone.

I was chasing a dream
that I thought was a pure love so clean,
I now realized you were just playing
with my emotions
that trusted you without doubting.

Like my rose, my love has that blemish
no longer the perfect love that I cherish,
but nothing in this world is perfect
only God can give us perfection
in life and in love with no condition.

The blemish in my rose I have to let go
look for what's beautiful and not the mark
that takes away the beauty that we admire
accept the blemish in love and in life.

The blemish in my rose is gone
and so is the pain in my heart ...