The Whisper of the rose

Just a springer rose

blooming and fresh at sunrise

At sunset faded away, a life at repose

Alike has come and gone without surprise

Silent absence, radiant presence forgoes

So pass the word to the morning breeze

To spread in the awakening meadow

The fresh fragrance of  my breath at ease

Before the storm lays on me its shadow

And strip me off my scent, squeezed as a sleaze!

Whisper the word to the lover

To haste for the nuptial dress

Before my vivid robe turns a livid rag all over

The minute ahead may be a distress

A second wasted, and dark will hover

Whisper the word to the caring florist

It is the day of roses, the glory of passion

The wedding is the unique bridal feast

When the chorus sing in fashion

The everlasting symphony of a fine lyrist

Hum the word to the buzzing bee

To rush and sip more nectar for the honey

For the coktail need to be horny
Remember, no matter how fresh I may be

My pollen are not overnight freebie

I am just a springer rose
That says it all
When Hearts fly above the sky
And lips can't utter a word at all
Emotion running light and free, so spry

Just a springer rose
Discarded at the crossroad
When the flamme fades away
Hands loose their tie on the road
And broken hearts resign without fray

I am rose

Who crowns the toumb of the fallen souls
And comfort the widow, the orphan

I am rose

Who feeds love stories that never die
and inspire melodies hearts can't denie

I am rose

Rose of passion

The color of compassion

Rose of peace

The crown of freedom

Rose of comfort

The fragrance of love

Just a springer rose

You can't live without

Praised at sunrise no doubt
Carelessly discarded at sunset 

You take what you see

I give what you can't touch and see

Beauty is what I meant to share

With passion and care

My fragrance  is my eternity
A scent of love to spread

I am rose, rose beyond rose

Rose Gardern, Berkeley, April 13, 09