Ever does the rose blossom in the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone surrounded by many a beautiful flower, yet alone but not alone as the most delicate and full and beloved. Though storms may have savaged and ravaged the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone still grows that most beautiful rose. Alone yet not alone rising up full a'bloom...the delicate strength of its stem holding fast in the rich soil despite the harsh rains a'pelted down upon it. Alone yet not alone...the tender tenacity of its petals purviewing out wide despite the vicious winds that a'gailed it. Alone yet not alone...ever does that most beauteous rose blossom deeply in my heart.
~Christopher H. Price