Mystic Rose

From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
The way she smiled when she looked at me
And that feeling down inside

I asked her for her name
And she replied with a wry grin
“It can be anything you want it to be”
So I said “You’re my Mystic Rose”

She asked of me why
Would I give her such a name?
“Because your beauty matches any rose,
And of you I know nothing at all”

“Then Mystic Rose will be my name”
She smiled and took my hand
And like the roses after which I named her
That day my dreams blossomed in full bloom

Copyright: authorchrisbrown