Ode to Red Rose

Crimson petals

thrown into the wind.

Delicate rose, your name overused

Beauty bent to brace trite emotions

By pseudopoets praising your essence

Besmirching your nature in devotions

Hymns to their rude fickle lovers

Representations of resplendent pain

I should die, should my indignance rise

Each time your name's used in vain

You, symbol of passion

Ultimate emblem of love

Human's most sincere gift

Sent from Creator above

Eternal rose, surpass decay

Forever inhabit mind's eye

Soft luscious flesh offset by thorns

Aloft slender stem perched high

You are words unspoken

Transcending language's bounds

Soft voice of poetry

Treads upon swelling grounds

Crimson petals floating, falling

The close of Ode to Red Rose.