In the storm
Stands the white rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down

Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say

So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through

Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you

Christie, The Perfect Rose

I hide so much of myself
not knowing how I am supposed to act,
not knowing who I am supposed to be.
You see within me, you bring me out,
out of the dark place where I choose to hide.
You free me and show me all of the treasures I possess.
You accept me and reveal to me the woman that I am.

Within your presence I open up.
Like the delicate petals of a perfect rose.
Layer by layer, I reveal myself to you.
Knowing you will understand and love me
regardless of where this life takes me.

No matter what the future holds,
I will never forget the woman you have shown to me.
I have come to love her as I have come to love you.

Christie, as seen by the poet.



Christie, The Perfect Rose, as see by the artist.

My Love is like A Rose

Its petals represents the gentle feelings we have for each other.

Its leaves represents the outstretched arms, loving and giving.
I give this rose to you, for you are special to me.
Each time you look at a rose, remember you are special to me.

Whenever you catch its fragrance floating in a gentle breeze,
remember you are special to me.
Keep the rose and my heart, remember bring them back to me.

Denis 2003