A most beautiful rose

A most beautiful rose

In all that beauty, that of a rose;

To see, its scent, may I propose

A sonnet or some rambling prose;

To compliment it as it grows.

A pink, a yellow, blood red verse,

A turn of phrase to intersperse,

A sanctuary where I immerse;

A once off flower will not rehearse.

Be great; be graceful in your bloom,

Posy soft, petal pantaloom;

Life’s union of young bride and groom.

So vibrant in their special room.

Such dreamy gentle lines that find,

A paint brush; colours intertwined,

An intercourse for creative mind,

Natures gift; thus wined and dined.

All fifty years, each well walked mile,

You still reduce me to this smile-

So radiant, flawless in your style;

Fill fifty more, it’s all worthwhile.

copyright MCB.