Sonnet 129, Oh Sweetest Rose... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh sweetest rose with colours dark and light,
For your pleasure and tender as you are;
It gives you fragrance long into the night,
And is as lovely as the blinking star.
Flower of love a bud of eternal spring,
Gift to your lover from the garden of youth;
To everyone who with feelings can sing,
A sign of the heart, a sign of the truth.
What is lovelier than a bloom like this?
In moments of admiration and touch,
A delicate entrance for the first kiss,
A bouquet that says, I love you so much.
With the roses red, pink, yellow and white,
All coming future must surely be bright.