RED ROSE
The red rose
lovelist of all
stands so proud and tall
To a vine she
never clings, being
blessed with everything.
Starts to bud and
unfold, her haunting
beauty never told, very
gracious stading
there, none other can
compare, she can steal your
heart away, toss
to the wind someday
touch her softly, fulfill
her need, she can
prick a heart and make
it bleed.
copyright by heather burns