Rose Sonnet
Love is like a springtime flower
Growing lovelier by the hour
Stretching out to reach the sun
When the day has just begun.
Then her petals start to blush,
In no hurry, in no rush,
But reveiling very slowly
All the beauty that is holy.
Holy like the ancient forest,
Giving birth and still rebirth
To the sweet and crying earth.
She was born from rain and fire
To become a source of light
For mankind, for lack of sight.