Breath of the Rose

To admire that of the precious babies breath The sweet aroma of the divine beauty of the rose Roses are true, they are red , some purity of white Pink - they are the beauteous of the beloved Friendship domains that of the yellow bud Courtship , day by day , dozen by dozen Miraculous the meaning of thee. with true insight Fondness of the true love the romantic fellow A kiss on the cheek , sparkles the attention Onto the lover's intention to therefore be loved Admiration of the eye of the beholder, I see Line by line, rhyme by rhyme, to be or not to be Thee rose with a thought of loving praise Divine my true sweetheart , sweetheart roses with prose My oh my, I say , beauteous be then True love - my heart may never mend But as I admire - this wondrous bud Still line by line - the petals then said I love thee the most - each rhyming moment And no lovers' quarrel be left unsaid Then the rose I give of this the flower That sparkles with attention seeing the light And kiss and tell , we make up too And the eyes glow deep in the night.