In flight of day a lovely rose
Did speak by subtle sway
And stirred a heart so long lain dead
No flower could ever stay.
But embers did to fire aglow
And whispered soft affection
And bared a breast to open light
In trust and insurrection.
How to know the honest heart
Would blush the lovely rose?
A teardrop fell in shame and guilt,
No blush did it propose.
But only tender souls may touch
In magic born of heart
And dare to dream of times to come
When they''re not far apart.
For all we have in life is Love,
To give, to share, enhance;
Would you deny ourselves
A hope? a prayer? a chance?
And so my honest heart does ask
In lines of rhyming prose
If I might share my love with you,
My sweet and lovely rose.