Sweet Roses In Red Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet roses in red
In the garden surrounding
Colored precincts bled
Of summertime founding
The new flowers of earth
Every seed that is sown
Are their blossoms worth
From the soil deep grown

Like love in your heart
That finds its own ways
With fresh morning start
Into morrow dawn's haze
Fragrances in to the air
Every perfume of spring
Inside the greenery there
With the birds that'll sing

Sweet days now ahead
While the times are so great
Tinctured bouquet's bed
To each lovers heart straight
With you here by my side
The whole world can be won
While winter nights hide
Every flower still lives on