The Beauty of a Rose

While the bloom was softly forming
like a blush you looked away
'til the heart revealed perfected petals
proudly greet the day
Passion in the heat of sunlight
Laughing out the purest joy
Innocent, irreverent screams of love

Yet the stem supporting beauty
thorns deterrent to your plan
Spilling blood upon the garden should you
take it in your hand
For she needs the root she grows from
While she shows her heart to you
You will never own the beauty of a rose

When the summer days grow short
The rose's petals drift away
And your heart will stir in anger at
Inconstancy at play
The flower's love was out of time
For you her beating heart
Cherish always, love, the beauty of a rose