A Perfect Rose

In a garden today a damsel showed her bloom                                     for those who loved her secret and knew                                                                                a rose could bring life the smell of heaven for a few.                                                                                                                                   Recalling childhood memories granma’s garden held.

Bring forth fortunes to taste the flower’s secrets hold.

‘What is in a name? that we call a rose                                                  by any other name would smell as sweet’.                                         

Bring back innocent child with thoughts from roses find                                 that I could smell the passion lost by cynical mind.                                                                                                                                                 Then set sail to far off lands                                                            away from straight and fitful path                                                                                 with backward glance to recapture the childlike youthful laugh.