To Smell A Rose Poem by Juan Olivarez

To smell a rose, I drew it near,
And I felt it pierce my skin.
Such a lovely lass, brought me to tears,
As blood trickled down my chin.

How could you be so cruel, dear rose,
How could you be so cold.
To you I've tended and spouted prose,
I've loved you more than gold.

Now I realize how treacherous you can be,
Your beauty hides your painful thorns.
Yet all I saw was your beauty,
Which your true soul adorns.


(5/7/11-Alton Texas)