Friday, April 10, 2009

Rose and Iris



Would you give me a rose,

Let it be a white rose,

No red roses for me.

A simple white rose,

No American Beauty.

Of gracious bowing branch,

Of tender petals few,

Of truer sweeter scent,

A simple white rose.

I prefer the iris,

Though, over any rose.

Iris leaves are keen blades,

Clasping a proud straight stem,

High held each spear point bud

Unfurling blooms in turn

Of elegant panache,

A flower for a queen;

Thoughts flourish sentiment.



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