The Solitary Rose

The sight of which was breathtaking,

Which made one miss a beat

Was the blood red rose

With petals knit close,

To see its beauty was a treat.

It bloomed on the pavement so dusty

Yet it spread its fragrance around

Poised to intoxicate

Using beauty as a bait,

Every soul, whose view on it was found

So delicate, with a pallor

That outlined each vein

Of each superb petal

One glance at which was fatal

Which made one look again and again

It bloomed in all its splendour

Winning with its charm, every heart

The solitary rose,

In its ethereal pose,

A finished piece of the Creator’s art...