Red Roses

HarleyDad is like a child and is still learning about life. The topic is roses. The rose sparks the imagination. It is seductive in its beauty. It is dangerous because of its thorns. To have beauty and danger so intertwined, sparks the imagination.

Below is Robert Burn's poem: "My Love is a Red, Red Rose."

O, my luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June

O,my luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune

As fair art thou, my bonie lass

So deep in luve am I

And I will luve thee still, my Dear

Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear

And the rocks melt wi' the sun!

O I will luve thee still, my Dear

While the sands o' life shall run

Well, HarleyDad is may or may not be outdone-so here is my response:

The Rose

Arrayed in silken dress

With hues of yellow and red.

Annointed with lovely perfumes

That beckon, call and possess.

I embrace you to my naked heart

And from me do droplets fall

Of blood newly shed that flows

From a heart pierced by thorns so sharp.

Your beauty did call and beckon

Overshadowing the thorns so hidden

And to my heart I am pierced

And for my folly I now must reckon.

H.D.