Roses

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