400 ~ Bloom Poem by stan pelfrey

Just begins to bud,
a rose,
holding hopes and fears
behind
black-red, velvet-soft petals.

Startled by a bright, new world,
it opens,
revealing petals of humility.
Blushing, growing,
opening as it becomes
accustomed
to beauty in light.

Proud color spreads wide across,
full bloom,
not as dark as at first,
glowing
from light that has filled it.

This rose can never die.
As love,
It can lose color, wilt, fade,
but in the mind,
the rose
will forever be in bright, full bloom.

This rose stands a symbol,
to time.
What has occurred to arrive at
now?
All the bloomings have led to one bright bloom,
this rose.

As someone has made me bloom,
she is
beauty and
light. Changing
my colors, releasing
my fears,
I owe her much, love
will never die, like
the glowing bloom of this,
a rose.