Char Pattrick - Roses

Roses can touch even the smallest soul
But not from having thorns, but perfume
Often the night glimmers little dew drops
Deep in the soul we see a a candle lit
And it hath been deep within my heart
Like fear the mist of a scented rose bud
Where the soul comes to rest and refresh
Not in appearance does it ever need hide

Char Pattrick

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-62/