COMPARISON
As I gaze at the rose in the early morning sun
I think of her, my one and only true love
As the morning sunbeams tenderly caresses the rose
Reflecting its deep scarlet hue
My mind is joyfully alive
With warm glowing thoughts of her
For is not a rose
Nature's revealed image of a woman's heart
With each petal tenderly placed
And ever so delicately layered
Nestled ever so snugly
And encircled in a wondrous natural bosom
And her loving heart, like the glorious rose
In the splendid morning sun
Is an imaginative comparison
To heaven itself
The rose, her heart
When both are touched with love
One is truly blessed