Pink rose outside my window
Delicate and pristine
Each day growing, unfolding
Safe from being plucked
On an arbor standing tall
Delighting my senses
As if there for me alone
Now in full bloom
Won’t you stay?
Must you fade?

Pink rose inside my heart
Never shall you wilt,
Forever lovely
Dew adorning you
Morning light caressing you
And I adoring you
Your image alive forever within

© Michael R Wood 2002

Outside my window a rose vine grows. The vines wrap themselves around an arbor. And there, perfectly framed by my bedroon window is a single pink rose. There, just for me to see.