Love, friendship and roses

If my love is like a red, red rose, then friends are yellow roses too,

And yellow always does remind me of our wonderful glorious sun

Yet a silver thorn, the bloody rose, and my writing’s just begun

So love and friendship intertwined as a hybrid begins to grow

With petals red and yellow softly falling down below

And dried but vibrant they fade not as the earth they begin to feed

With nutrients from those petals, just like our souls in need

So cycles they continue until their job is done, as thespecial rose lies dormant until the next time comes

No comparison in it’s heady perfume, for truly there is none

A rose by any other name you say would smell just as fragrant, just as sweet

And if that’s true why do others claim a rose makes their life complete?

For once it’s picked this special rose may last for just a day

Far better it remains for all to see, than joining my nosegay

So what to call this hybrid, why does it need a name?

For if it needs a label, then it becomes too tame

Far better it grows wild and free, unique and special too

For that’s the red and yellow rose, love and friendship is the clue

23.30pm 7th September 2022