Aphrodite's Rose
From a garden I would seek
a flower so much more unique,
something quite sophisticated,
leaves lovers much intoxicated.
This thought distressed my heart to sigh
which told my mind my eyes would die
and thus invite ten tons of woes
if they praise not, the lovely Rose.
I love the Rose in all its hues -
The yellow, pink, white for my muse.
One image though quite bold and mighty
the Blood Red Rose of Aphrodite.
The Blood Rose is passion's prose,
Mary’s heart bled in repose;
the symbol of undying love,
as much of life, of peace…is dove.
Sweet, and quite of regal bearing,
odd, the thorns make it endearing.
My one request upon my death -
scent of a Rose, be my last breath.
Note: Legend has it that Aphrodite, in her haste to go to her dying beloved Adonis, trod upon the thorny bush of a white rose, whereupon her sacred goddess blood turned it into a deep color red.
09 November 2015
Favorite Flower Contest - 2nd Place
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
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