Reflections and Shadows

Blue Rose

My blue petaled rose is to me the flower I most treasure,

above all others is it's enchantment without measure.

So lovely in form, and so divine by shape,

not even my rose's thorns make me think of escape.

One whiff of it's heavenly fragrance fills my breath with life,

so fearful am I to ever cause this wonderful rose strife.

Storms may rise to damage with winds really fierce,

drooping my rose with heavy rain drops which pierce.

Light will shine to restore what flourishes and grows,

for endless is my love for this blue petaled rose.

With my cherished flower I wish never to be apart,

it's leafy leaves and gorgeous stem conceal my own heart.