a rose with no thorns
A Rose with No Thorn In love’s Garden, the bouquet of life There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye Incomparable is this rose’s design Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind I know they say that every rose has its thorn But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born One of a kind, the rarest in form For she is a rose with no thorn Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air A pristine beauty from the realms up above For she is the flower primeval of love And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting And in my heart she’ll always be adorned For she is a rose with no thorn Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil One of a kind, yes the rarest in form For she is a rose with no thorn Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson
www.originalpoetry.com
