nick
December 26th, 2009, 06:31 AM
Imagine, if you can
a pure white rose of such perfect beauty
that all who see it are enchanted, bewitched,
and long to be nearer
for their senses to be beguiled by its sweet fragrence.
That such a rose could bear a thorn
can not be thought.
Oh sweet white rose
you seem too soft, too delicate,
to hide such sharpness.
Imagine too with what distress
comes to my mind
an image of a damaged petal
whose clean white purity seems strangely stained
by drops of blood.
for you with love
a pure white rose of such perfect beauty
that all who see it are enchanted, bewitched,
and long to be nearer
for their senses to be beguiled by its sweet fragrence.
That such a rose could bear a thorn
can not be thought.
Oh sweet white rose
you seem too soft, too delicate,
to hide such sharpness.
Imagine too with what distress
comes to my mind
an image of a damaged petal
whose clean white purity seems strangely stained
by drops of blood.
for you with love