Roses are resplendent, they radiate beauty,
They beautify wherever they appear.
They provide their blessings even in our memories,
For who can forget the fragrance of a rose?
They send forth the message of love,
In the form of a presented bouquet,
Or just in the passing of a single rose...
Is this red rose a symbol of passion, lust or love?
Is this white rose a symbol of serenity and peace?
Is this pink rose saying, my thoughts make me blush?
And what then of the blue rose, but feeling morose?
When I reflect upon the rose and its spectacular variety,
I know that gardeners seek the ultimate rose...
Will it have seven petals and each a colour of the rainbow?
Or a perfume matching that of honey?
Or will it shine like pure gold, as if it were fit for a queen?
All I know, is that my true love deserves a rose...
And even more as the fleeting years pass by,
For she, praise God, is my ultimate blessing...
The precious gift He gave to me...
Denis Martindale August 2019.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem