ROSE
Romantic and warm when you are red,
covered in the blood of Nature.
Cut and pruned for our pleasure,
making one smile with a sniff.
All your mystery amuses me,
many uses for such a flower.
I give you away to the girl I love,
and one day she cuts you long
and tosses you upon my grave.
By paisley on Jan 17, 2008 | Reply
wow terry that was really nice for a poem that ended up 6 feet under!!!!! i wrote about a rose today too,,, but a very different kind of rose….