Roses are read
To show what is true.
From each petal revealed,
My heart is led
To see different aspects
Of you.

This one, bare
And soft to touch,
Like you. I've longed
To hold as such, with
Tender, everlasting
Care.

Like a cheek, one turns,
So very slight,
Revealing to me
Your gentle smile,
Which adds to my day
A glorious sensation:
Delight.

Yet, still another, fresh
And as new
As your presence
In what was once
A lifeless day so blue, 
Then suddenly became
A time I bless,

Through floral eternity,
From a rose I read.