I wish I might be like the rose Who gathers beauty as she grows; The rose who, drinking sun and air, Breathes out her love life without care; Like the rose who lives her day Spreading her magic for display Freely to those who pass her door, Giving her all -- knowing no more. I wish I might be like the rose Who gathers beauty as she grows, And when she goes, fades quietly, Leaving a fragrant memory . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |