A Rose in Bloom

O Rose, thy blooms are nature’s art
With vibrant hues of floral shade,
A gift that nature doth impart
From Heaven’s rainbow looms are made.
I cannot describe in simple words
The colour of thy reddish-pink,
Thy depth in any part absurds
Whatever description I may think.
Thy fragrant blooms and ornate leaves
Combine, producing clarity,
Thy gifts to me that thou bequeaths
A pleasant scent, and sight to see.
A petal I’ll hold in my memory;
To see it I shall think of thee.