A Rose...

When I love her, I think of the Rose...
so soft, so sweet, so beautiful, 
how she came to me only heaven knows.

At times she's soft and silky...
there are times I feel her thorns.
There are times when nothing in this world...
could keep me half as warm.

On a moment's whim when she turns just right...
as your reaching to draw her near,
her thorns will ere remind you...
your best to hold her dear.

Are there thorns among the Roses...
or Roses among the thorns,
Is there love out in the darkness,
like love you find in the morn.

At times she may sting, and hurt you...
but when you hold the stem, 
and bask upon her beauty,
you'll feel the love within... your Rose




Ron Walker
January 1998

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