WARNING TO THE SENSITIVE ONE WHO READS WHAT IS WRITTEN HERE!!!

The Rose and The Tree

You are the rose

That grew from the tree

Perhaps you were the rose

That grew for me

For you be the rose

That my eyes can see

As they look gratefully

Upon this tree

Of family, of family, of family, and family

Sometimes the hurt within

Warps my thoughts

And alters a decree

But I want you to know

Remember and see

That you are my love

The Rose that grew

That grew from the tree

And here you are

For my eyes to see

Now I know

When I see the tree

That it’s your heart

And it’s the key

To harbor peace

With blind charity

And invoke the True Spirit

Of righteous beauty

The rose in you

The rose I see

She eases my pain

With loving tears for me

Then heals my wounds

And stops the misery

Took a little while

For me to see

That it’s your laugh

When nothing’s funny

That it’s your love

To help me be

A decent man

For God to see

It is your hope and your joy

That sets me free

No cost and no fee

To live under

Your true canopy

For you be my rose

That grew from the tree

It is your love

That helped me see

All the good

And not just a penny

May we continue to live

True and faithfully

For it is that love

A love that all can see

What makes a rose, a beautiful rose

Grow from the tree

And now you see

And hear truly

That you are the rose

The beautiful rose

The rose for me

That I greatly love

As I look at this tree

Don’t say I never wrote you a poem

And let this count for all those pennies

Pennies that failed to express how I truly feel about you

I love you, IQ