The Rose of Burgundy

My mind races to follow the swirl of moments

since the Rose of Burgundy,
A true fair maiden turning to linger after the fragrance

dancing in the wind,

For from her voice sings the melody of love,

And out of her face shines the vision of beauty.

While in her heart beats the rhythm of life,

And across her cheeks dances the joy of living.

For in her eyes sparkles the twinkling of heaven,

And on her lips awaits the touch of a lifetime.

A true fair maiden turning to linger after the fragrance

dancing in the wind,

My mind races to follow the swirl of moments

Since the Rose of Burgundy.

Marc W. George

June 15^th, 1999