One Hundred Roses

One Hundred Roses

Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.   Ninety-Eighth Rose   Will you marry me? Someday when we are old and no…