I Am The Voice of The Roses Heartsong

I am born of Loves Virtuosity

Draped over with Purple or Blue speckles,

and Small as are the Strings of Sorrow Yet

It is Beatifuller than a Leafs Gold

The enough of it scatters a Lullaby

and lays down its head as to die slowly

but hesitates its destruction it Holds


when suddenly as it braves fearlessnes

is crownd as a thorn full of blissest best

Love is a force of its gentlest strengths

crafted of cuts that are Threaded sheening


I was not a Rose to speak of at all

I am neither one now nor be one will