Floral Wonder

I hold in my hand a fresh-picked rose.
It's more special because it's one I chose.
From tip to tip, it's one-of-a-kind.
It's unique; it's beautiful; it's divine.

The petals are fragile; very delicate.
The pattern is softly intricate.
Each leaf adds to its value on Earth.
'Tis the genuinity that makes it of worth.

In a basket, upon a table of lumber,
lies a rose with a pattened number.
Its silkspun petals appear quite real.
It has quite a luxurious feel.

It's not brittle. It stands up well.
Its beauty is more than words can tell.
Its long stem adds to its perfection.
The absent aroma helped make the connection:

Why is it my desires are so
I want the one that looks as though
it's the most perfect under the sun
when I hold in my hand the most precious one?

October 28, 1991