Tag: roses

• Rose

  Before I even met you
  How could I imagine then
  The smell and sound of heaven
  That does permeate my skin

  The way you know your purpose
  As each rain drop pounds the tin
  You burst into each moment
  Like you own each how and when

  I’d never predict the force
  That begets the rising sun
  To throw back all the curtains
  And fire off the starting gun

  You captivate a moment
  In a field of gravity
  Sharp thorns protecting roses
  That will shake humanity

  May I never hold you back
  From confronting joy or strife
  Because you were born to lead
  And I to give you life