A Sonnet For the Endearing Rose
A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose;
controls the human heart.
For valentines, it bleeds so red;
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads;
once their day is done.
Their fragrance, it will mesmerize;
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size;
lovers, they draw near.
So much more regal than the rest;
the rose, is nature’s family crest.
3-13-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 14) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
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