As a Rose in DecemberStanding out in the snow:
A mystic compelling sight
Never wilting in the cold,
A ruby jewel so bright
Worth more than any gold.
The flawless Rose
The object of my eyes
My flower of affection,
A love that never dies;
With her every angle of perfection
My depression she defies.
In the garden of life,
Solemn and serene,
In height below the rest,
Not mattering to me-
Still majestic never-the-less
In her highest beauty.
Natures greatest creation-
Do not doubt in your mind
Her breath taking ability
Or you must be blind
From seeing the beauty
Of the one of her kind.
As planted by Aphrodite-
Filled with love and beauty,
The presence of her enlightening:
Peaceful and soothing.
So take this rose not from me
Or you take the reason time keeps moving.
With a scent so hypnotizing-
The sweetest as can be -
Embellishing everything around her,
Beautifying the ugliest of scenery-
She can be described with words
Such as of being the Flower of Divinity.
Compared to anything,
She the flower cannot be-
She is above all the rest;
So behold and see
Why I am so blessed
To have this rose for me.



















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