The Un red Rose

In the 9th year it was the dawn of days,
there was a rose with no color no form.
It tried to grow in its own

BY ANY OTHER NAME

She unfurls crimson petals
To reveal dewy depths.
Her beauty is reknowned
By all who have seen her.
Her only

little red roses and a bottle of wine
she left I stayed and I'm doing fine
woke up on the floor to a bad mistake
asking myself

SPRING BOUQUET

My sweetheart brought me roses,
Each with tapered stem,
As gold as amber sunsets,
Twelve lovely fragrant gems.

My

- The Rose -

The rose blushed red beneath my tread
In upward gaze of sad decline.
Her twisted bush, with bleeding head
Exquisite