The Rose

The Rose

Layers of deep red wrapped around a core of joy

And thorns warning to take care in picking

An aroma so sweet, so tender, so delicious

We dare come close to nuzzle it

We dare even to pick it and bring it home
In spite of the threat to be pricked

We endeavor even to grow it in our garden

It invokes, gives some voice to,
     the love in our hearts

It gives vision to some deep expression of pleasure

And if some should pick it
     and drop it in a mud puddle

On the way walking home

We would mourn that this gorgeous creature is now covered in mud

But would we love it any less? Would we regret the encounter?

No, we would treasure it even more

Holding forever the rose in our heart’s memory

Until we can return and find our nose and eyes savoring one another

Your precious smiles

Your aroma of joy

Your twinkling eyes

Wrapped in velvet

Facing the sun.

jules, 9/10/13