Sonnet: The Rose

You often find that the most fragrant rose Is found growing in another's garden And where from every petal beauty flows From spring to when the earth starts to harden. When life is short and filled with wasted time And all our days are now well past their best The garden wall seems a mountain to climb But that rose's beauty is heaven blessed. The rose's perfume brings such sweet delight And its petals does brighten each season With such beauty that is forever bright Holding this rose seems beyond all reason. A rose that brings new life with it's beauty Rests in the heart for all eternity.