A Rose Never Dies
The flowers of life many can be,
How with words can one say the
Essence of the life of a rose.
White fields of petals her hair,
Face of the rose a smile glowed,
Memories of its beauty so clear.
The glow so heavenly and beaming
Warmth and joy to all with caring
So true from the heart and soul.
Oh, the thorns were there as for
All roses finger pricks one risked
When touching and loving the rose.
The petals and stem do wilt in time,
But the love and beauty always there
In the fond memories of times gone by.
A rose never dies when embodied by
One's soul and heart ascending to Him
And those of lost loves heaven before.
Janet is a rose that will never die,
For seeds she emplanted to life's earth
To go on with memories of her to endear.
-- Steven Louis Ernest
