The Rose
The rose is a most beautiful flower
And it gives off the most glorious scent
It is mostly called the flower of Love
It’s fragrance from heaven lent
Its beauty has inspired legends
Hither and yon all over the land
It has been involved in Gentlemen
Asking for a lady’s hand
It has decorated wedding days
And been there when love dies
It has been present so many times
As it inspired wishful sighs
Any color can be thought of
From deep pink to a sunset red
A beautiful single scarlet rose
On the pillow of a lady’s bed
The beauty of the rose is famous
No matter the color you choose
Its blooms are inspired by all
Depending on which color you use
It is sad to watch its beauty fade
As petals fall from the rose sublime
Age has taken its toll on the rose
Even its beauty no match for time
Is there a lesson here for me?
No it is just the way things unfold
All life has its moment of glory
But not all the wonder gets told
Connie Moore
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