By -
Date: 13 June 1998

My rose

My rose,

Hope emanates from your radiance
The hope for a perfect life of sharing
and an unconditional touch for caring

Your thorns are meant for me
to handle with care endlessly

Your stem is what I hold on to
when your petals wither and die
but time is barely significant 
I would endure it for you and I

Your bloom sparks chemistry
as you epitomize beauty and grace
Of all that could've come before me
you stole MY heart, and hid it without a trace...