The Pristine Rose Poem by Dave Dafes

Speechless, I linger
By the open window;
To beheld a wondrous sight.
Such eternal beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me.

What rose be thou that fades not?
Whose myriad petals of divided light;
Whose leaves of the most radiant emerald;
I lift'd up my heart to God 'n' pray'd:
How shall I pluck this dream of my desire?
And lo! there shaped her ruby heart, like fire.

Tis the last pristine rose on earth
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Faded 'n' gone:
Soiled by life's sensual lures,
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such blossoms grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

There are such glories for the eye,
Such pleasures for the ear,
The senses reel with all they feel
And see and taste and hear;
Inspired a thousand ways of doing good

The cup of peace, this pristine rose
Her pollen is eternal life,
Endless ambrosial foam.
She is the Pristine Rose,
Her gardener am I,
And I shall of Her fragrance drink,
Till I expire
I'll want no heaven,
If I can in your petals dwell,