The Blue Rose

My true love asked me for my hand. Before I answer, I demand He first must bring a bright blue rose. "I'll search the world for one of those," Was his reply and off he went. Then many weary months he spent In searching for elusive blue. I turned away each offered hue. As heartlessly, I bade him go To every flower and garden show. "Come back with rose for which I pine, I long to claim rare rose as mine." His spirits sagged each time I said, "I do not want a pink or red. I'll only settle for a blue If I'm to give my heart to you. He answered, "Love, I've done my best, The difficulty of the quest Has weakened me unto my death. I've sought blue rose with my last breath. With these last words, my true love died. For many days and nights I've cried. Where it has come from, no one knows But on his grave a blue rose grows. For Blue Rose contest. Placed first