A perfect rose, its long green stem,
Standing in the garden bed.
Growing slow, like a childs dream,
Toward the yellow, sunny beams.
Thorns of passion, scratching all,
Beauty in its bloom in fall.
Let is climb to a mountains top,
As tall and true as time it stops.
Red and pink your flower of,
The fainted colors of the truist love.
Gentle wind, soft light rain,
Weeping on the roses pain.
All alone in the dirt, lonely below the skies of hurt.
Silouette of all thats pure,
The kiss of mother calm nature.
Stay and wind your brilliance be,
Bloom for only you and me.
And as i stare at your allure.
You twist and sigh in sweet parture.
For love and beauty fleeting is.
Like my rose the sweetest kiss.