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