She's Like The Rose

You are like the rose With the fragrance under my nose, And when I close my eyes in prayer You are there. You're as delicate as the petals When unto you the eyes settles, And then when I touch your skin I am then envied by all men. You are indeed a beautiful flower As the sun gives you a shower, Artists see you and they want to paint Poets see you and they want to faint. As the rose sits upon its sturdy stem You and the rose creates a hymn, And every time a person passes by There is always an appreciative sigh. Roses are kept for their beauty in a vase To bring a smile upon a saddened face, But, unlike a rose in a vase you cannot be contained By God you have been ordained. You are like the rose I say As I see and I appreciate it more everyday, And you as well have your many thorns To those who scorns. Randy L. McClave