MY ROSE OF LOVE

You are beautiful as a single blossom, or replete with others, a grand bouquet. Your rosy personality, your heart as tranquil as the calm, green leaves. Your eyes, at times loving, at times with wrath, thorny, gems.

With my rose no other can compete. Her very countenance makes me feel complete. My rose can be red with wrath, blue with sadness, or white with love and forgiveness, pristine. Whichever mood my love reigns supreme, princess, you. Red, white, blue. To each I shall be true.

Here is my heart, my hand. Alone you will never have to stand.