I knew a rose without a thorn, <br /> <br /> The rarest bloom that grows <br /> <br /> She blossomed, briefly, beautifully, <br /> <br /> Right there beneath my nose. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I fear that I will never see <br /> <br /> Another bloom as fair, <br /> <br /> Except in memory, ever green, <br /> <br /> Her fragrance lingers there<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-without-a-thorn/
