My Sweet Rose: A Poem for My Wife
Among the fairest flowers
I’ve plucked a rose most precious,
A token of God’s love,
A heav’nly gift and gracious.This rose hath beauty lasting
That doth not fade nor wither;
Its petals each a virtue
That stem from godly character.A blossom laced with chastity
That hath an odor pure:
Holy, meek, and mild–
Such fragrance shall endure.Thou art that flower of flowers,
For me, the only one
Whose bloom doth blaze with beauty,
Whose source–the risen Son!
A poem written to my wife in 1992.
B.G.
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