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Special note: The Ever Roses poem is an excellent example of collaboration between two writers. These kind of joint partnerships can be both difficult and a lot of fun. This one in particular, turned out especially well, I think. See what you think. Ever Roses No peer hath the rose. With its sweet perfume for the nose. Where its buds yearn to bloom, do not pick even one. Not until each is done, let her stay while she waits So silent in her throne. You may just forget, and then with regret, Feel your skin get pricked by a thorn. You say, "Ouch!" from the pain, wonder what was the gain, from stickers that cause others to mourn. Roses mean forever, They are ever for us to name. They will always have their thorns, but prickers without a rose? Never! Nor a love she can ever sever, together but ever torn. No equal hath the everose, The everose blooms forever. Its buds and blooms in Spring are tethered. So beautiful is this, thy God's creation, with blossoms that are His elation, Still she waits, but is never weathered. No rival hath the everose, not in any of Nature's seasons. Go look, then touch, you'll feel and find, The stems and thorns, buds and blooms, Where thrones are seats of silk cocoons. Reflections in a drop of dew, The real Beauty of the everose is you. |