A beautiful rose is so very rare, Waiting for a moment's stare;
Swaying softly, gently,
in the warm summer air.
I often wonder if anyone cares...
The beauty, the fragrance so grand;
craving to be ravished By someone who understands.

Moments of splendor brief the hands;
Maybe, somehow, life's given in demand...
Red ruby, graces the senses; Yellow gold, a promise of commitment;
�Blue star, races to the galaxies; and Black velvet, a night's last chance.
Which one, might I have perchance?


A rose so delicate, so precious to look upon;
in all It's grandeur and bloom;
Soon holds the attention of lovers' bequest;
Piercing the heart with cupid's thorns;
Nestling softly in love's charm...
My touch must be light, my love must be strong;
Keeping forever my rose enthroned.


What name shall I give thee, my ruby red;
What vows must I leave with a golden thread?
What skies shall I search for the black velvet touch;
What star will I find my blue rose so bold?
All of these are priceless untold!
My love I give to my "Ruby Red Rose!"


You are my "Ruby Red Rose!'