The Rose
Their petals soft as velvet
new
Their scent a wonder to behold
Their vibrant colors please
the eye
From blushing pink to yellow
gold
When but a bud they seem so
sweet
As fragile as a china doll
They hold the dew with loving
care
And all the time it seems so
small
But when it blooms and shows
itself
So strong yet gentle even still
The burst of colored loveliness
No one could ever get their
fill
They say so many different things
From vows renewed to passion
deep
They say welcome or say farewell
And secrets they will always
keep
The flow'r of romance told in
tales
Just like love their beauty
flows
Their prickly thorns protect
and guard
The endless legend of the rose
(c) "Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel
20 August 1991
