A Flower Is A Rose Is A Flower Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

There my dear
GENTLE bender of my heart's light
We both saw one another true.
I saw in you a regal BLUE

We both saw a FLUENT BREW
You are a majestic ROSE and no one
Knows disguised as a flower
I read every VELVET petal

A secret book
A luminescent love story
Your floral mannerisms are
Comely and fluid.

Your spirit is electrically warm
Tender is the life
Then at that time does DEATH
Extend its harm?

And at the END OF LIFE it does not
Pretend.
A flower is still a flower at the
END IT'S A ROSE, STILL A FLOWER.