The Blood of Life

written by Lisa Ghidotti

What exactly is a rose?
A rose is a rose by any other name
Is it a gentle kiss upon one's cheek
Or is it a contemptuous shroud covering the dead
Silky curves caress the velvet which comprise a rose

Could a rose be looked upon as a mortal bound to the confines of nature
What power does a rose possess
Forlorn lovers lose the past and remember only the future at the sacrigicial offering
Of a rose
All the hatred anger passion fear against in the world could be forgotten
By the pungent smell of a ose permeating life

A red one is the blood of our hearts painting the innocence of creation
Purity that fades, though it never disappears
Everything ages and shrivels and dies
Somewhere in all of our hearts is a rose forever unforgotten