LOVE THIS DAY WHILE THE ROSE IS IN HER BLOOM
Love this day while the rose is in her bloom
While beauty’s fullness is now in season
Rush madly into her awaiting arms
Cast aside logic and cautious reason.
All too soon Time’s indiscriminate touch
Will cause the fragrant bloom to wilt and fade
The supple stem, so straight, to humbly bend
Before each petal on the ground is laid.
Upon the brow, cares will etch deep their furrows
Luxuriant tresses will thin and gray
Soon will twilight come and dark night descend
Love now while beauty is in her full array.