No flower sweet by any name
Shall diminish the roses’ fame
Her nest of petals circled round
Wherein the heart of love is found.
While velvet touch upon the cheeks
Doth wilt away when silence speaks
These precious words that do not last
Are gone as blooms must fade and pass,
The joy of early rosebuds’s blush
Will vanish with our breath’s last rush !
Claire V. Bogdanos 