The Rose

Let me live
let me see
let me love
but also let me
admire the beauty
of the rose.

The softness of the petals
the sweetness of the scent
the spiky thorns that rip
the flesh, but add to the
mystery of the rose.

Let me walk through fields
of roses
let me see the beauty
while I live.

And when I die
bury me under the ground
and cover all surrounding
earth with roses.

For even in death they
will seek the inner beauty
of the one who lies beneath
and in their turn become more'
beautiful still like the one
who gave them life.

Let me live
let me see
let me love
but also let me admire
the beauty of the rose.

Written by Zoe Rae 1999. I retain the copyright for this poem. thank you for reading it.