To Hold the Rose.

To Hold the Rose.
By: Lora Bayh


If I desire the rose, above all other things,
to possess and hold forever...
there’s consequence possession brings.
For if I desire the rose, to, it’s thorns I must embrace.
To weigh desire by the cost seems to eliminate the haste.
But when I smell the rose,
I cease to see the sharpness of it’s guards.
Till I look down at fingertips bleeding from the shards.
My eyes still filled with beauty from the tender petals soft,
conclude enduring injury is such a tiny cost.
My mind does brace to feel the pain,
but it’s diluted by the bliss,
the allure of satin splendor, the dew upon it’s kiss.
I’ll gladly bleed to hold the rose forever just as this.