But A Rose

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But A Rose
White is the rose - a whispering pallor
Hints there of cream and ivory color,
Gilds the edges of this snowy flower
And yet ‘tis but a rose.

Gold is the rose – a glittering shimmer
Glances there starry as Orion’s quiver
Decks the rich blossom in sun-kisséd glimmer
And yet ‘tis but a rose.

Pink is the rose – a bold-blushing favor
Tips with proud scarlet and fires that waver
Hearts the deep crimson with love’s panting fervor
And yet ‘tis but a rose.

Red is the rose – an undying promise
Graces the scent of a flower deemed endless
Drops the old petals for love that is priceless
And yet ‘tis but a rose.

Brown is the rose – a wilting remembrance
Touches the petals with time’s chilling temperance
Folds their sad ripples in virtue of patience
And yet ‘tis but a rose.

Gray is the rose – a phantom of wonder
Sighs of what was and what we remember
Sings the old stories in memory forever
Now more than but a rose.



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  1. This poem is PHENOMENAL! And that picture... *gapes in awe* That is GORGEOUS

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