Violet Rose

In a world of dreams I awake,
Not knowing what I may find,
Looking about in an amazing land,
Of clear blue waters and crystal skies,
Staring at all the wondrous colors before my eyes,
But one seems to stand out above all the rest.

I crawl to the edge of the crystal waters,
And see a hint of purple or violet,
I reach in and pluck the object from its thin stem,
Removing it from the cool waters,
A rose…a rose of such divine color and aroma,
Violet and as smooth as satin,
I prick my fingertips on its thorns,
My blood trickles slowly into the water,
Dying it a pleasant shade of purple,
Like the unblossomed rose in my hand.

What a magnificent flower,
Grown in a still stream as gentle as time,
I hold the rose despite the pain of the thorns,
Placing it beside my heart to keep it warm,
To my surprise the rose begins to blossom,
Such beauty I have never laid eyes upon,
Beauty is but eternal sleep,
It just needed love to awaken.

I hold thy rose in my hand bleeding hand,
Protecting it with the love I give to thee,
The rose removes thy pain from heart,
Fear and loneliness as well,
Filling me with a joy so beyond compare,
That makes me weep shimmering tears,
Dying the flower a lustrous red.

I hold thee gentle as a rose,
All I ask is you love me in return,
my lovely gentle rose.