Raymond C. Christian

(Gary, Indiana, USA)

The Rose

I nurtured it with the love I feel,
It's synthetic beauty was not fake but real.
The violet rays which gave it life;
A struggle to grow in it's earthly strife. It draws you deep, its rolls are serene;
By capturing your interest it is so divine,
Giving back its beauty to it's earthly den;
A God made one of a kind. Its love can be seen for miles;
Only it dwindles with each passing day,
As it grows it matches the human trend;

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