Rose Of My Heart
(Sonnet for Lainey)
Subjects of the heart of which we may write,
Seldom found more endearing, than the rose.
Try though we will to search, with all our might,
Heart's seed planted, inevitably grows.
Botanist labor, hastening season,
Spring finds them planting, one by one, in rows.
Usher along, according to reason.
Shielding sprouts, when damaging night wind blows.
Yields of Summer, display beauty, wonder.
Desired object tied in ribbon and bows.
As thorns bristle, petals fall asunder.
Attempt to delay late Fall's coming throes.
From the start, flower destined to depart.
Save one Winter rose, this Rose of my heart.
Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/