ROSE OF LOVE

A rose within a crystal glass,
A rose to wither and to pass;
It's beauty fades, it's glory goes,
I know no way to keep a rose.

And yet there is a rose that blooms
Forevermore in quiet rooms,
A rose within a fairer vase
Than purchased in the market place.

The rose is love, the vase is home,
A rose that blossoms when we roam,
And when return, one rose God made
That need not wither, need not fade.

And yet to keep that one rose fair,
The heart must also give it care,
Must nurture it with things like this;
The morning smile, the goodnight kiss.

Aye, this is all the red rose needs;
Words of affection, helpful deeds,
Labors divided, burdens shared,
And eyes that look as though they cared.

If you the rose of love possess,
Keep it alive with tenderness,
And crystal pure with gentle hands
The vase called home in which it stands.

There is one rose, the rose of love,
You need not know the fading of,
A rose that, watered day by day
You never need to throw away.

Douglas Malloch

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