A rose standing alone

is incomplete

It has no beauty

no fragrance

it has only life

Not until coupled with

senses and emotions

can it come to be

Being not so much

a thing of beauty

as a symbol

of beautiful thoughts

a living form of

expression

the timeless conveyor

of unsaid words

playing silent music

heard only by

the heart

The beauty of the rose

is indeed our creation

just as we are the roses

of our creator

copyright fritz schantz