Faded Roses Blush

A rose is a rose by any name
To which love is compared
She shares her perfect beauty
With passion and with flair
As long as she is nurtured
Shown gentle, loving care…
The rose of love will flourish
It doesn’t matter where

Roses begin aging
As time passes…it’s unfair
Her perfect beauty’s fading
For no more looks are spared
Then out there in the darkness
Someone becomes aware
Of the love that lies within this rose…
She’s awakened by their stare

The rose’s blush returns again
There’s natural beauty there
Love’s no longer dying
Or held in disrepair
Awakened through the gazing eyes
Of one special soul that cared
The rose of love still lives on…
Because of one that dared

©2005
Susan D.