The other day I saw a rose... a human one
I mean...a woman who portrayed to me ...
the beauty of a queen...
her face was filled
with character...
that only years can mold....
her smile held real sincerity...
that shone as purest gold...
her graying hair caressed her head...
much like a silver crown...
the tenderness within her eyes...
caused her to look renown...
I marveled at the way she walked....
each step a work of art...
old in years but all the same...
so very young at heart...
her countenance was that of faith...
and hope in days to be...
lined with a velvet sweetness...
which fashioned heaven's key...
and so I write this verse
for her... in effort to disclose...
the little things which made her seem...
to me a human rose.
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