To hold a rose,
to gaze upon its beauty,
brings such sweet contentment
and soothes my anxious soul.

To touch those luscious petals
to my fevered lips
by their very softness
warms my heart grown cold.

To explore the sweet perfume
that rises from its heart
unleashes precious memories
that in absence was forgot.

To hold a rose,
to cherish the sweet moment
that reverberates with love,
from when our two hearts met.

©2000 Michael S. Davis