Catharine Breese Livingston by Major Henry Livingston Jr. Tombstone I fondly nursed an opening rose, And view'd its beauties every day; But ah! a withering storm arose And swept my lovely flower away. Tags: flowerroselove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments