Blood red,

Yet silken soft,

Petals touch I held aloft.

Glorious in it’s crimson hue,

Appreciated by all but few.

Cherished true this sign of love,

Sent below from heaven above.

‘Tis no other quite compare,

With you caressed by gentle air.

Fragile as pure love suppose,

No other but you outshines the rose.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~