Tuesday, April 7, 2009

When Roses Bloom

When roses bloom

I check for imperfections.

A perfect rose is what I seek

An unblemished symbol

Of pure and perfect love

But Love is very fickle.

It tarnishes with ease

Love burns britches at both ends.

It kills and drives a man to drink.

Love’s unkind and so imperfect

Why do we yearn it so?

The heart and mind and soul in love

Are enslaved you know

The only thing that’s splendid about the rose and true

Are the thorns which draw red blood and remind you so you know

The sacrifice entailed to love another so.

The perfect rose stands tall among the flowers

It lives for all to see, that even with imperfections

It is still a rose, you see.

A splendid rose, wisest of flowers, elegant and free,

Has just a touch of scent, desired by the world and me.

When roses bloom

I look for imperfections

I perfect rose is what I want.

I put one in amongst the dozen, for her to find.

A perfect rose, one in a dozen,

Is all that she will need, to know

A declaration of pure love, by one prepared to bleed.

A bright red rose, unblemished and untouched

To ignite a perfect love,

When roses bloom…… beware

They’ll tear away your heart.
Jim Reeves - The Blizzard.


Lisa Lectura Creations said...

Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing! Have a great week!

Lisa :)

A Lady's Life said...

Welcome Lisa :)

Voegtli said...

Roses are my wife's favorite flower. And she gets a bouquet every saturday.

Blogtrotter said...

Hi Lady!
Lovely way to start the day...
A bouquet every saturday? That could only be Peter's... ;)

Blogtrotter is showing you Brasilia. Enjoy and have a great long Easter weekend!

A Lady's Life said...

I grow them in my garden. I love the wild ones the best because they are always blooming and they smell so wonderful.
I hate cutting them since the flowers last longer on the shrub than in a vase. lol