The flower that means so much to me,
More than words can say
The flower of romance
Reminder of fragility and mortality
But the message it shares remains within my heart
I await the day when I see lovely roses again
For they always delight the eye and tickle the nose with their ethereal fragrance.
I know the roses are dormant now
But when they reawaken I know Spring is here
The promise of rebirth, growth and renewal awaits
I, like a rose, share my beauty with the world
Not discriminating or judging
For that is what true agape love is.
December 9, 2005