The red rose loveliest of
all
stands so erect and tall
To a vine she never clings
being blessed with everything
Starts to bud to unfold
haunting beauty never told
Ever so gracious standing there
none other can compare
She will steal your heart away
toss it to the wind someday
Touch her softly, fill her
need
a prickling thorn makes a
heart bleed
Heather Burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-red-rose-9/
