BLUE

Of all things that grow, I've come to know,
A rose is most perfect of all;
Explain then to me, how perfection can be,

So longed I for your caress;
And you're part of my life,

A rose fills the room, as it starts to bloom,
With splendor, and beauty, and grace;
Such fullness I've found when you're around
I melt from your tender embrace.

A rose is a rose and every one knows,
Another can never it be;

Blue roses... Fascinating. I love them

If only