A rose
a beautiful rose
so simple a sight
laying alone on a white armoire
beautiful and untouched
red as the blood
that runs in her veins
with a stem as green
as the fresh cut grass
whose scent lingers upon the air
just adding to the perfection
of that summer's day
that she would witness
just outside her window
if only she could tear her eyes away
from that beautiful rose
that lays alone upon her white armoire
if only she could, but she can't
her elbow resting on her knee,
her chin on her hand, she sits
just mere feet away
upon the cushion
of a white wicker footrest
she is unable to move
except to blink
for she can't tear her eyes
from that rose
that beautiful rose
that lays alone
upon her white armoire
