A Rose Is, But a Rose By Kenny Davis

A Rose Is, But A Rose by Kenny Davis A rose is, but a rose Its illustrious petals has me drawn to her With every one that blooms and blossoms I yearn for her For with every one that drops and withers away I mourn for her A rose is, but a rose Holds such beauty like that of the Garden of Eden Thanking god for the gift of this rose, I find myself pleading Hoping that the beauty found in this rose is not misleading A rose is, but a rose With its true essence hidden under its thorns Cherishing, treasuring, and loving it beyond its pain and scorn Hoping that through all the love I show for her, that its spirit is reborn A rose is, but a rose Through the storms, finds the strength to continue to bloom Where most would have been doomed to allow life’s rage to be consumed Through my admiration of her creation send a sensation to have her faith in love renewed A rose is, but a rose Though there are many, none like her Much like the fiery red of her petals, my love for her continues to burn Blessing me with privilege caring for her, she allows me to shower my love for her in return A rose is, but a rose Gardening every inch of her nature overwhelmingly fills this void inside I gained an everlasting love for life, when my world with hers collided Much like a rose without water, without my rose, I would wither and die © May 2011 k.davis