You bring to me
a sweet scented rose,
Flavoring and
enhancing the moment,
Uniquely as a
crowning cap.
A
personification of love, this flower, the rose,
An ultimate
gift, exquisitely wrapped.
For a rose in
its' giving, petal on petal,
Serves to
cushion life's thorns that pierce and unsettle.
Ah, a treasure
indeed, this flower, the rose,
With beauty
abounding, as everyone knows
So, I'll possess
it and press it as the moment itself,
Keeping it
forever present, retaining all that was felt.
And though it
lies in repose, I'll always remember
Poem by:
Irene Boudreau ---- April 1983 |