Rose


The wild, wild rose that winds around
Your unsuspecting open heart
Possesses you to play its part.

Enthralled, you praise the rose you've found
Without a trace of holding back;
It brings to you the things you lack.

The petals of your rose display
An overlapping symmetry
That brings to mind serenity.

In bloom for all too brief a stay,
Its beauty is ephemeral—
A passing grace, a cup that's full.

But still, the memories abide;
The vivid sight and scent can't hide.
As you prevail, be unafraid:
The rose you knew will never fade.


©2019 Michael Fraley




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