At Last A Rose

At last a rose, a single yellow rose On the verge of unfolding like a sudden genius It's life! it's the beauty of life! How does one compare it to the sun? Eternity seeks for such an answer Wonder strikes me dead in the eyes! A rose so young and tender knows not its beauty On this earth Who am I to deny its birth? Dear Vishal we are in perfect union Miraculous is the color yellow! Does my heart not feel immense with pride? Behold the flight of doves as they glide Tears a-streaming down my face an endless waterfall Somewhere in time I am young again ...Young and tender like the verging rose.