There within a crystal vase
 
A fragile budding rose;
 
Resting there in solitude,
 
Its petals still enclosed.
 
 
 
A tender thing of beauty,
 
On a table spread with lace;
 
Turning, reaching toward the sun,
 
To touch and warm its face.
 
 
 
Slowly summer sunlight,
 
Drifts through the curtains there;
 
And rests upon the tender bloom,
 
As its fragrance fills the air.
 
 
 
So slowly and so gently,
 
The rose begins to bloom;
 
A radiant thing of beauty,
 
That now shares its perfume.
 
 
 
There within a tender heart,
 
So like the budding rose;
 
Resting, waiting quietly,
 
Its petals still enclosed.
 
 
 
A fragile thing of beauty,
 
Yet broken, bruised and torn;
 
Seeks a soothing, healing touch,
 
To once more make it warm.
 
 
 
 
Surrounded there in solitude,
 
The heart yet yearns to bloom;
 
To give back to another,
 
The gift of sweet perfume.
 
 
 
 
The fragrance of a loving heart,
 
Lies quietly at rest;
 
Crying out to be released,
 
Yearning for a warm caress.
 
 
 
 
For there within each petal,
 
A love beyond compare;
 
Waiting for that tender touch,
 
Its fragrance fills the air.
 
 
 
Allison Chambers Coxsey 1996

 
 
Thank you so much Angie, for the gift of the picture, I adore it, and you!

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