My Irish Rose

No thorn could prick, my dying eyes to rest Below heavens window, God's borrowed guest, Or fulfil my heart where love had sadly failed. Like crusading knights who sought the grail. Sweet velvet petals that bridges hearts, Where beauty spreads and heaven parts, From unknown wings where time has flown, Dreams rested whilst your beauty shown. Dispersed to rest in Nature's treasured womb, To enrich our flagging spirits beyond the tomb, When life's lost souls will take my earthly place, To breathe beauty with love and healing grace. When each petal wilts and life in earnest starts, And memories pinched as winter plays her part, I will adore you in dreams of unmatched smiles, My Irish rose, beauty, that stole my straying eyes.