Saga Of An (Un)Blossomed Rose

A rose is to bloom today,

Emerge with soft pink petals and a sweet scent that's to spread far away

Into the house that knew her not till this day,

To the garden that's to turn all happy and gay!

A rose is to bloom today,

To welcome her man; to swoon and sway

In his deep love: held in his arms all the way,

Till she's rooted in his fresh clay,

Tended, loved and cared for each day.

This rose that's to bloom today,

Was only a bud the other day,

Affrighted to meet the sun's golden ray,

Engulfed in fear to be put to slay,

By some outlander who'd steal her away!

Scared, she chose to slumber in vain,

Hiding her worries and the gnawing pain,

'Coz flowering in the wrong yard and disdain

Would only cause her ache, no gain.

Thus, she remained a bud even in rain.

But now comes the blissful hour -

In the glint of dew and shimmer of the sun,

For her to blossom in the warm shower,

Of love and joy from all whose hearts she'd won -

To be plucked and placed in the lovely bower,

And embraced in dawn and dusk by the ONE.