The Rose

Thorns may be along our path
but only between the roses.
Sunlight falls upon the blooms
white with my surrender.
Succumb I will to walk with Love
finding my soul in yours;
When you choose a rose for me
the gesture is a gift.
For a drop of blood
falls from your finger
and landing on petals soft,
transforms the white to brilliant red.
Our rose will live forever.