A Rose From Heaven

If a rose did fall from heaven,
It should like to fall to you.
For things of beauty are relative,
To what they’re placed next to.

Your beauty is so stunning;
The rose could not go without,
A brush against your lips,
The soothing of your touch.

So many places in this world,
Abound with fragrance true.
But the most lovely scent in all the world,
Is the one that surrounds you.

Often have I thought of you,
While under starry skies.
I’ve dared to hope to know your touch,
But have never dared to try.

You are far beyond my reach,
And there is nothing I can do.
Most simply cannot understand,
That my heart is just for you.

For my dear you’re near an angel,
Celestial indeed.
The Closest thing to heaven,
That I will ever see.