Rose For A Rose

A rose for a rose That is all that I can say, As I present, the flower to you. You can look upon its beauty As I have looked upon yours, Now you know the turmoil I go through. As the beauty of the rose, I thought it second to none, Until that day that we met. Now to me the rose is just a flower, And its aroma is but a scent, And raindrops, are tears I have wept. A rose for a rose, A masterpiece for the painter, That is what, I am giving you. You may gaze upon this flower You can close your eyes and wish And now the rose is wishing upon you. Your skin is that of silk Your beauty is that of mine eyes, And your soul is that of the free wind. So now I present you the rose, As a man presents GOD his soul, And know you’ll know where I have been. Randy L. McClave