In The Garden

In the garden I saw a Rose It stood alone and seemed so sad, But, I knew it was strong and made others glad So, I wrote this one prose. Beautiful Rose with your lingering scent You remind me of a woman that I had once known, Like you she stood beautiful and alone But, us being together, was not Heaven meant. Around her too she had a fence Her heart was many times used, and then broken, My words to her were left unread, or unspoken She is now a memory, a past pretense. A woman's heart which had harden Remembrance to her many like me still mourns, But, she still has her beauty and her thorns Like the Rose, that people adore in this garden. Randy L. McClave