The Rose

This rose I give to you
Though not the kind that flowers
This special rose is made of words
Not to die, but have lasting power

This rose I chose for you
A symbol of my deepest love
Grown over several years
Blessed by the good Lord above

Its scent will stir the heart
The color is one of a kind
Like you, it leaves an image
Forever on my mind

These petals of soft fragile beauty
Written down on paper for you
To let you know just how much
I appreciate all that you do