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 gives to life 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 that touches all.

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

©2020 Michael Fraley

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