My Crimson Rose
My burgundy rose with a touch of crimson
Untouched by man only drops of water from God
As I have grafted you with another bright white
You will grow and your color will change
Unknown to my eyes this color will be
A tint and a hint of pink blended together as one
Your bud will open on one spring day
Catching my eyes to your beauty, anew color this day
Yet some will only see this mixture as un-pure a color unknown
Many will judge you down this path of life yet in my heart
You will always be my
Crimson Rose
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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