A Rose
A rose, a rose of scarlet hue,
sweet fragrance betwixt my nose.
no beauty hence I ever knew.
Thorn prick the heart and
quench the soul of thy flow.
Greets death in the threshold,
escorts birth's entrance
such beauty ever found
under heavens dew.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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