Rose Ever Blooming
O beautiful rose ever blooming,
Like God’s love, all consuming.
Is not your stem so firm in standing?
Or your petals so vibrant with color?
Amid the springtime sun,
You radiate beauty forward.
You stand there unassuming,
But with grace you are soothing.
The grace comes not from you
But the luminous sun of day.
Dependent on the rays so true,
Your blossoms burst open as they may.
So symbolic of love is your quiet beauty;
Those deep colors of red do so enthrall me.
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