When I think of you

When I think of you
I think of the rose

without the thorns
the long green stem

the petals so red
and soft to touch

the aroma that wafts
through the air

that fills the room
and stirs my heart

When I think of you
I think of the rose

a thing of beauty
to be held and

to be admired
a moment in time

and all too brief
of how the petals

will fall and the dust
will gather and the light

will fade and how our
love will pass

and only the memory
will remain

until that too
fades

John Lyons