The Rose

This rose of red I now give to you dear A delicate offering to your heart Covered in morning dew, petals will revere Placed between your hands to keep and not part My passion burns deep red as this flower And leaves a fragrant scent where your soul lives To inhale, refresh with its sweet power Asking only to hold this love that gives This precious memory will stay through time In quiet moments from reflection's well To know love from a lonely poet's rhyme To have never spoken the words, farewell Keep it well dear, for it mirrors my heart This rose I give, so we will never part 11/30/16