Why A Rose

For ev'ry rose, there's one like you-
perfection with a tint of red.
And it sticks to me like drying glue-
that's everything you've said.

What's in a rose that makes us sigh
and open with a lifted head-
as if I'd only bought you two
and given in to a comfy bed.

So on a quiet resting day
I question what I've said-
what's playing in my heart each day
might be a plague upon your head.

Would you be bold and tell me true
if something did upset?
I question you and lose each day
for questions that have lead

My mind into a bitter spot
and poisoned what I've fed
into your heart and mind alike
and into my upset head.

So for you alone, I buy a dozen
to please my restless thoughts-
I stop and plead with god each day
that a rose would be enough.

In everything I do, a rose
is what compensation leads to
to love, to live, to give a damn
for of ev'ry rose, there's one like you.