the truth of the rose

For my Candy, as expression of my awe and affection.

the truth of the rose

how gently the forge of God must have bent to curl the aspect
of your petals and leaves, a woman like unto a rose, perfect
in all her colour and texture and fragrance, not without thorns
for those incautious and unsuitable suitors to take as horns
into their own flesh and drive them mad with a prick'd pain
for having dared to touch that which was made liar's bane.
for the truth of the rose is in the very nature of its beauty,
and the scent of love arises from within, as each bloom's duty
is to express the very eloquence and elegance of all creation.
and I will stand to love you in prick'd thicket without hesitation.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.