The Power of a Rose

Ah!  'Tis well and good for thee to know thy duty!
These are no ordinary flowers, say I.
Nay
Never shall they see the radiant sun
Nor sway to and fro
In the summer's gentle breeze.
Behold the secretive splendor
As they capture the sparkling eyes
Giving visual pleasure
Day after day
As they sit in comfort in the roomy light.
A painted bowl holds their attention
And the marbled table
Is the earthy ground beneath their feet.
The blush from the deepest rose
Displays my face
As I think of the hidden locket
Gilded with love's power.

 
Oh noble sire,
'Tis no easy quest
Thou has born to bear.
I knight thy shoulder
With this fragranced petal
And the lock of hair
Hidden within thy breast.
Thy duty calls thee to return safely
And gaze into my shinning eyes.
Now silence, I say!
Thy duty, honor, and love
Questions not one care to me.
I will wait for thee
To end my troubling days.
Go to virtues beckoning song
As my hand holds...
Warmly to thy own.

By
soft`rain

April 1997

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