The Rose (commission piece - title not fixed)

Listen closely and you’ll find that you know me,

As recollections float by of blossoms opening in the spring,

I’m the most beautiful flower I’m sure you’ll agree,

Even butterflies will land on me to rest their wings.

Hold my petals between your fingers; they’re soft as silk,

But if you stray too far I’m also sharp as a pin,

In the winter I’ll start to wilt,

My petals will turn paper thin.

With a scent of beauty, I’m not just to see,

You’ll find me in perfumes and soaps,

You might even taste me in your tea,

I’m the one that will bring you loves dreams and hopes.

I capture the feeling of love in just one stem,

Memories are held in my bloom,

One of me can be more precious than any gem,

I’ll brighten even the darkest gloom.

I’m the colour of love and the sunsets at night,

The fields of grass in the dark,

My beauty is something more than can be seen with just sight,

Only my true magnificence can be seen with your heart.