Ode to a Rose

Ode to a Rose

~ The heart grows, just as a rose,
   From the depths of its roots,
   With each concurrent moment
   Acquires nutrients by the loots.

~ A rose is like a marriage,
   Which may be second-to-none,
   As it blooms asides the other flowers.
   A blossom, only one.

~ A pleasurable thorn,
   Life's God-given gift,
   Can be suitable for one thing
   But for another, it's just a stiff.

~ Ode to a rose!
   "My wild Irish rose!"
   A single figment of nature
   Where beauty comes and goes.