The pink rose
is still in bloom,
it's perfume lingers nightly
with memories,
in the cooling autumn air;
beauty rich yet delicate
lights up the gathering gloom,
reminding me of love which
flourished then faded far too soon.
Pink rose will withstand
weather's harsh extremes,
and faithfully smile again
to greet waking spring.
Darling, pink rose is still in bloom,
I wish that you were here,
to share its magic beauty,
and to tell me that you care.

-© J.M. Lewis October 2002-