Poetry of the Month
Novemebr 2000
"My Perfect Rose"
You placed within my hands one day,
When I was tired and sad,
One perfect rose of beauty rare,
That made my heart most glad.
The bare walls faded from my sight,
The gloom all vanished quite,
And my lone corner glowed and shone,
As with a radiant light.
And when I sought today to frame,
A parting wish for you,
The memory of my rose came back,
And cheered my heart a new.
So I wish that through your life,
Each swiftly passing year,
Shall be as fragrant as my rose,
As full of light and cheer.
And I do hope that everyday,
From dawning until close,
Shall be as beautiful and rare,
And perfect as my rose.
Unknown Author
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