Oh rose of blue,

I've only seen but one, your hue.

You delicately weep the morning dew,

from whence a seed your uniqueness grew,

as did my fascination for you, this much is true.

Oh rose of blue you stand with few,

your petals bathe in tomorrow's sun new,

at night the moon smiles and bays back at you.

Oh rose of blue,

my poem for you has been long overdue.