August 18, 2010 | Poem
A Rose
A rose to me, means love and beauty.
The candor of the rose, is lovely to look upon.
The petals are peach, red, yellow or white.
I love looking at all my roses, in the light.
The flowers mean so much to me, and I admire them all.
They are are so devine and friends of mine, they are to me.
I care for them daily and water them so, and I know they shall grow, for me alone.
They are special to me and beautiful as can be.
The roses are the best friends I have, tis' true and take away all my saddness and blue,
I feel at times.
So..next time you see a flower or a rose, just know that it can be a friend to you too.
the end...