Love Blooms

Once I happened upon a wild rose
Who hadn’t bloomed and no one chose
Whipped by wind and pelted by rain, it drooped
All alone this little pink rose seemed quite blue

And much to my delight
It hadn’t given up the fight
This rose I wanted to pick
Gave my finger a little prick

And I smiled at its spirit
And knew I had to stay near it
I watered it with tears of love
And shined on it with smiles of sun

Then one day my little rose bloomed
And it proved something I already knew
The prettiest roses weren’t the ones that were loved because they’d bloomed
But bloomed because they were loved