Song Of The Rose Poem by Jodie Mayhew

Alone She Stands
With Silent Beauteous Presence
My gaze beholds the Essence of her Form
Her Perfume Lingers Softly;
her Aroma I inhale
Indignence fills me when the scent is gone.

Her Petals flushed with Vividness
A Harmony of Hues
Divinity is etched upon her Face
The Colours of Her Symphony
though seemingly subdued
A Rainbow
of Melodic Serenades.

Her Gentle, Silken Texture
speaks of Femininity
So Delicate;
She Dances Under Sky
In awe I stand before the Silent Beauty of The Queen
As she Sings to Me
A Visual Lullaby.Jx