Roses picked from:
A lovely rose with leaves of green
Ascends upon the wall
With crimson red and floral spread
Does make one stand in awe.
A fragile thing, a breath of spring
Its petal doth enfold
A tiny bud so delicate
So beautiful to hold.
The perfume of its lingering scent
Does take my breath away
As sweet as lilacs on the bush
An intricate display.
A picturesque of summer bliss
Red roses on the vine
Doth lace its tender elegance
Around this heart of mine.
Could it be, God speaks to me
Through fragrance in the air
Am I not like the gentle rose
Wrapped in His loving care?
© 2005 Marilyn Ferguson
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