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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