Captured in heart...the rose

It springs to life 
A touch of angels breathe
softly

upon its texture 

speaking from a spring
of flowing words 

she dreams to die 
of all the beauty
in her love

so happily embraced 
on days of memories

the petals showed no signs of agony
Let death be beautifully gentle
to all

to streams...to gardens of scented 
perfume attracting 
bees of lovers
 
I will die
yet my name will live over
and over in love

in your heart in your wellness
in every memory of remembering 

I have become

the Rose......

Like petals tracks to your Soul