Ode: To Rose

Of your repute may I gladly 
shout and aver this day most well? 
You are foremost a high-born lady 
of style whereof I'd love to tell, 
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a fertile dell. 
 
You are too oft’ a raven-haired 
of graciousness that's seldom seen.  
You are the friend that boldly dared 
to be the one and hopeful Queen, 
a source of ruth who cried and shared 
her tears through eyes of limpid green.  
 
You are to souls a fresh new start,  
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
a gift of grace to the contrite heart 
and to the lost that no one knew;
you are thus the most blessèd part 
of faith and joy that now ensue.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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