~*Symbol of My True Love*~



For every single rose I pick, A thousand take its place. The sun shines down in a hazy glow, On each new and delicate face. I strew the petals, soft as down, Upon my resting bed, And breathe the air and feel the silk, Of summer beneath my head.

The rose that peeks its fragrant face, From the ground so moist and cool. The rose that reflects its ageless face, In the ripples of a windblown pool. The rose that challenges all things fine, Including the heavens above.

For the right to be the symbol alone, That defines my own true love.

~*Queen Perrin Daggson*~