A Tune For A Rose Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A tune for a rose
That in summer fair grows,
Like beauty in trim
When the moody is dim.

The splendid of flowers
My soul now empowers,
So rich in its shade
What sunshine has made.

You are spring's gift
My spirit shall uplift,
And grows over sorrow
And give me tomorrow.

All love is with you
The freshest new true,
What affection has chosen
That spring has unfrozen.

You'll settle all quarrel
The summer's highest laurel,
In the divine fragrance
Through its coexistence.