The fair rose attracts
Like early morn's dew,
With eternally delightsome
Rose colored hue.
The rose invites
It's fragrant velvet to touch,
For the world's greatest glories
Are made of such.
A rose's sweet glory beguiles young hearts
Songs of love to sing,
Heralding soft breath of spring.
The peaceful rose has great power,
To quell contentious soul sour.
The pure rose brings to sight and mind
Delightsome fragrances of love,
Filling to bursting mortal hearts
With song sweet as the mourning dove.
Solemn peace the fair rose brings
To gentle mind's sublime,
The indelible imprint
Of life's harmony divine.
An eternal message is found
In a rose garden's treasure trove,
That forever and a day
Mortal future wove.
Flowers restore mankind to a higher plane,
Softly whispering in the winds.
The healing power of a rose
Sweet message to spiritual being sends.
The beauty of a rose is beyond guile,
Renewing the inner spirit
From strife and angers that rile.
The fragrance and hue of the rose brings
A heavenly peace,
A comforting balm
That will never surcease.
Roses speak volumes,
Like unto the sweetest poems.
A rose garden tis a sacred place,
For if you look closely there
In the bower
You can see God's face.