A Rose It Is Life a Rose It Is Death
When smelling a Rose of beauty and life
it’s life soon to end it’s consumed by fear,
With perfume and thorns it will grow in strife
But with death upon, there’s not but a tear.
When you silently wish for life and love,
a Rose! in spring’s sweet bloom, brings this with joy
but it’s frozen by winter’s crystal dove
and Flies away unremembered like toys.
A Rose is Life singing a perfect song
it’s melody like snow gently falling.
A Rose is Death, for fear’s mercy is wrong
if it would take it’s life at Death’s calling.
But you know the truth of a rose’s life
it will be stolen as if by a knife.
Copyright © Katie Dorton | Year Posted 2011
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