Rose Garden

There’s a vibrant

red rose heart,

alive, inside a human

a very special human,

who basks in his reflection daily

he doesn’t even know

it’s his image in

that rose

Some days he

was forlorn,

like a thorn,

until this recent past,

when at last,

he no longer believed

that the perfume

could ever be

extracted from

his rosy heart,

Now he knows

for sure

that the perfume

in his heart is pure,

and permeates

constantly with no

need to fluctuate

outside the gate

of the rose garden

of his Master