Roses Poem by Justin Reamer

Roses of the meadow,
Sweet in which they spawn,
Make such an aroma,
That they remind me of a fawn.

They have their pointed leaves,
Thorns along their stem,
And a spiral flower,
Along the top of its hem.

It is given to a woman,
Which amplifies her beauty,
The giver looks at her,
Astonished,
For he says she is a cutie.

The man looks at his lover,
His passionate divine,
Who he considers more significant,
Than all things in this world,
He smiles at her,
Touches her cheek,
And releases a speech unfurled.

The girl looks at her man,
The one she considers strong,
The one who shall protect her,
She gives him a beautiful smile,
Puts a hand to his heart,
And sings a song as light as a feather.

They embrace each other,
The man with the heart of gold,
And girl with the rose in hand,
They release,
And they converse,
And do many things there is to understand.

Roses of the meadow,
You have touched this couple's hearts,
Stand strong and never falter,
You shall bring them to the arts.