A rose

I could fall into your petalled folds

and breathe your scented smile.

I could trace my fingers round your hem

and linger here a while.

For beauty captivates my eye,

my every sense enthralled

in wonder at your perfect form

your pink enfolding shawl. 

Summer starts as you unfold

from bud’s embracing grip

and untold eyes admire with awe

this wondrous workmanship.

For though you’re here today,

and tomorrow you’ll be gone,

such beauty is not wasted

when all is said and done.

For your charm and innocence

has touched another heart

and, though shortly lingered here,

it pains me to depart.