Thursday, November 22, 2012

A Rose Between Thistles.

A Rose Between Thistles.

In the soft dew,
Delicately loving the ground.
I see a rose,
High up there, upon a mound.

Guarded by thorny pair,
She breaks cover glory bound.
I see her beauty,
And am so sure of what I found.

As the dawn breaks,
I notice how peaceful her sound.
Then comes the sun,
And even more radiance to astound.

All through the day,
She makes my heart pound.
It's because of her love,
My world goes round and round.