A HUMAN ROSE
The other day I saw a rose....
A human one I mean....
A woman who protrayed to me....
The beauty of a queen...
Her face was filled with character....
That only years can mold ............
Her smile held real sincerity....
That shone as purest gold ........
Her greying hair caressed her head..
Much like a silver crown...
The tenderness within her eyes
Caused her to look renown....
I marvelled at the way she walked
Each step a work of art
Old in years but all the same ....
So very young at heart...
Her countenance was that of faith
And hope in days to be
Lined with a velvet sweetness
Which fashioned heaven's key......
And so I write this verse for her
In effort to disclose
The little things which made her seem..
TO ME A HUMAN ROSE !
The other day I saw a rose....
A human one I mean....
A woman who protrayed to me....
The beauty of a queen...
Her face was filled with character....
That only years can mold ............
Her smile held real sincerity....
That shone as purest gold ........
Her greying hair caressed her head..
Much like a silver crown...
The tenderness within her eyes
Caused her to look renown....
I marvelled at the way she walked
Each step a work of art
Old in years but all the same ....
So very young at heart...
Her countenance was that of faith
And hope in days to be
Lined with a velvet sweetness
Which fashioned heaven's key......
And so I write this verse for her
In effort to disclose
The little things which made her seem..
TO ME A HUMAN ROSE !