Tears Of The Rose

Simply words of prose that came to my heart.

A rose and a teardrop
kissed the morning dew
for in nights keeping
had found love so true-
Therein the dew smiled
upon the roses beautiful glory
giving light to laughter
as an ageless story-
The roses beauty came
from that of an Angels pain
the tears fell like falling rain
so though filled with suffering and strife
to the rose gave life-
Each day so beautiful more
like heartfelt legend
the sages folklore-
Forever within the garden gate
the rose will eternally live
for in death
one learns what it means to truely give.