The Rose Poem by Patricia Darcy

Her beauty is there for all to see
The flower of love a rose so sweet
Her perfume would capture the hardest heart
Her velvet coat so soft and neat

No artist's brush could paint her grace
Gently swaying on bush or tree
A gift of love from him to her
The smile it brings lights up her face

But beware the rose when winds do blow
Beware her wrath when her petals fall
Left alone with just a thorn
A thorn so sharp it could pierce the soul