A Rose Doth Be But What A Rose Doth Be. Poem by Michael Gale

That flowering petal is the flag to a nose...
It's signal's is it's beautiful but uncommon sense of one lone single rose.

Leaves often than naught fall all due to a lifely end...
This lone rose does often wilt and fall and likely bend.

A rose cannot fight off and fend for itself but yet, without it's only, lonely thorn...
A rose is always planted-To never be born.

A rose's beauty is only matched by a nature's lonely girl...
When'st in full bloom-T'will thrill to all it's full beautied, viewable unfurl.

Why be it this my sweety doth love the beauty of this one lonely rose
so much? ...
This one lone rose's beauty is only surpassed by a smell and it's well softened petal's touch.

Doth be a diamond as a girl's best friend? ...
Only doth a rose doth one truely knows.

This fact be known only 'til time's eternal timely unexpected arrival
and decidedly unexpected end.