Unknown rose

IT is the picture of an English rose

It’s skin as fine as a silk

The  smell so fragrant and bright

what is that rose.

I know not her name, that rose

She is so fine and bright

Her flesh is silk beyond compare

How long before,

she becomes withered and dry

I could bear to see her nought but fair

I captured her image so she could not fade and die

I love that rose so sweet and pretty

Now she’s all mine