In The Garden Poem by Randy McClave

In the garden I saw a Rose
It stood alone and seemed so sad,
But, I knew it was strong and made others glad
So, I wrote this one prose.

Beautiful Rose with your lingering scent
You remind me of a woman that I had once known,
Like you she stood beautiful and alone
But, us being together, was not Heaven meant.

Around her too she had a fence
Her heart was many times used, and then broken,
My words to her were left unread, or unspoken
She is now a memory, a past pretense.

A woman's heart which had harden
Remembrance to her many like me still mourns,
But, she still has her beauty and her thorns
Like the Rose, that people adore in this garden.

Randy L. McClave