Perfect Purple Rose

Perfect Purple Rose A Perfect Purple Rose stands still On the top of the hill. She is the god's will Blossoming like a true princess. Wearing a white gown and a purple dress. Shines like a rare pearl in the skies. The ugly world cannot percieve her beauty even if it tries, Yet she survived cold seasons, hurricanes, and wild winds and careless reasons of man that walked on earth with hate. But none could break her perpetual rise She will grow strong from the heavy dust And open the eyes of the blind Stirring the power of love in the dark mind. She stands still On the top of the hill The one and only Perfect Purple Rose. By Ernest Badounts