My Rose

If there were one thing I could wish for,

It would be a perfect rose

Never to wither

And never to die.

To drink the dew of a thousand mornings

And taste the rays of a thousand suns;

A perfect rose dines on a gentle rainfall.

The Earth is her bed

And the bees her couriers

That spread her across the land.

Beauty unknown

Is kept in a perfect rose.

…Just one

Perfect

Rose

-Werelynx