My Rose And You Poem by Ray Hansell

I went to my garden
To pick myself a rose
I found one bright red
That’s the one I chose

I carefully cut the stem
I watched out for the thorns
I didn’t want to get stuck
I didn’t need to have my blood drawn

I took my fresh cut flower
I placed it in a vase
I placed it on the mantle
I truly was amazed

Right next to my rose
Was a picture of you
One beside the other
I see the beauty of you two


12-23-05/RJH