A grand spectacle of stone and mortar I have wrought
Within the ancient forest before me
Withs pires and towers jutting into the sky
Yet still I search the world over for
One perfect rose
To house in my cold domicile and keep me company
But I have not searched far enough
And so my abode remains dark

(New days...new ways)

A thousand flowering gardens I have sown
From the dying earth before me
A sea of undreamed color and fragrance
Yet still I search the world over for
One perfect rose
To wich my other flora might pay homage to
But I have not searched wide enough
And a plot of ground lies barren

(Pass by...)

A lily-covered fountain I have fashioned
Within the silent glen before me
With silver-hued fish and marble nymphs
To light the eyes and curve the mouth of my
One perfect rose
Whose company, whose beauty is finally mine
And I have no need now for searching
And my dwelling-place is not so cold

(Love stays.)

An ice-covered fount I have forsaken
Beyond these locked gates before me
Whose nymphs did sever the stem of my
One perfect rose
Eyes closed, house cold, garden dead
I did not watch close enough
And the plot of ground is filled.

The End

(c) 1994
By Kristen M. Kane
All Rights Reserved
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