Rose of Paper

You are alike to a fine paper rose Perfectly crafted, scarlet and snow white. Within your eyes the paper rosebud grows Sanguine and bright, the most beauteous sight. A petal of white ~ A petal of red Blend into pink as they shamelessly blush. Colours of you, how they go to my head, Remind me of summer, sun kissed and lush. My paper rose crinkles, held in my palm; So softly, gently the sound greets my ears. Retarding my heartbeat ~ tranquilly calm, As soft as raindrops ~ god's heavenly tears. Flower of nature must die heretofore Flower of paper may live evermore. Alan S Jeeves