Ella you are the one flower in the garden of my life <br /> that stands out. The slender green leaves sway <br /> in the breeze, as the dew drops catch the dawns light, <br /> they sparkle like Christmas lights. A butterfly flutters <br />drifting on invisible currents of new spring air <br /> and it leads me to the rose. <br /> A deep scarlet Irish rose. <br />So many beautiful things about this rose. <br />Those that I love were born from here. <br /> after so much hardship your bloom is still beautiful. <br />every rose has its thorn but not every rose smells as sweet. <br /> we love you.<br /><br />Heath Harrington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irish-rose/
