COMPARISON

ABOUT THIS POEM:

The inspiration for this poem came to me from my mother. She has this rose "garden" in her front yard that "blooms" very few roses. One day I was watching her working in her "garden" the thought occurred to me to compare the heart of a woman to a rose. And this poem is the result of that thinking.


As I gaze at the rose in the early morning sun
I think of her, my one and only true love

As the morning sunbeams tenderly caresses the rose
Reflecting its deep scarlet hue
My mind is joyfully alive
With warm glowing thoughts of her

For is not a rose
Nature's revealed image of a woman's heart
With each petal tenderly placed
And ever so delicately layered
Nestled so very snugly
Encircled in a wondrous natural bosom

And her loving heart, like the glorious rose
In the splendid morning sun
Is an imaginative comparison
To heaven itself

The rose, her heart
When both are touched with love
One is truly blessed