My English Rose
My English Rose is delicately balanced
Between life and death.
My English Rose, so finely fragranced,
Sweet scented breath.
Once rich in blossom, vigorous fellow;
Beguiling antiquity.
Gentle to the touch, soft as pillow.
Un-defiling purity.
Evelyn's beauty an array of splendid
Peach, and apricot cream.
Summer's Song betrothed to Mid-
Summers Night Dream.
And Young Lycidas, Milton's Edward,
King of all roses he
Bequeathed to memory, to seas shard.
His remains a mystery.
Copyright © Edwardj Clark | Year Posted 2015
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