A rose just might be taken for dead

When covered with leaves and winters snow

But when it’s again a time for roses

That rose will spring forth and grow.

Hurt can be hidden so no one can see

When covered with fear or with hate,

But love can erase all that is hidden

If you let it before it’s too late.

Don’t let the anger of your tortured soul

Blind you to what could be,

A love that’s as fresh as a rain drenched rose,

This love can happen between you and me.

I may not be the one you had chosen

And you’re not the one I would claim,

But sometimes life deals us a hand

And we play to stay in the game.

So what may now seem hidden or dead

Like the roses waiting for spring,

If given the chance love can bloom too

When it’s time for roses again.

"Joyce Jackson"