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Virginia J. Poli

The Power of a Rose

Ah! 'Tis well and good for thee to know thy duty!
These are no ordinary flowers, say I.
Nay, never shall they see the radiant sun
Nor sway to and fro in the summer's gentle breeze.
Behold! They capture the sparkling eyes
And give visual pleasure day after day,
As they sit in comfort in the roomy light.
A painted bowl holds their attention
And the marbled table
Is the earthy ground beneath their feet.
The blush from the deepest rose
Displays my face, as I think of the hidden locket
Gilded with love's power.
Oh noble sire,
'Tis no easy quest thou has born to bear.
I knight thy shoulder with this fragranced petal
And the lock of hair hidden within thy breast.
Thy duty calls thee to return safely
And gaze into my shinning eyes.
Now silence!
I say, thy duty, honor, and love
Questions not one care to me.
I will wait for thee to end my troubling days.
Go to virtues beckoning song
As my hand holds warmly to thy own.