The Rose of Gold

Somewhere, someplace, grows the Rose of Gold.

She is the rose that will forever sit on the brow of love,

She is Love, the rose with no thorns.

Her mythical joy is the chorus of the ages,

Her legendary beauty is told of in the stars of the universe,

Her heralding crown is sought by all who live.

Somewhere, someplace, grows the Rose of Gold.

She is the rose that will forever sit on the brow of love,

She is Love, the rose of my heart.

Her amazing grace is heard in the quiet of the moment,

Her everlasting tenderness lights the dark voids of the heavens,

Her celebrated passion sparks the spirit in those who seek to live.

Somewhere, someplace, grows the Rose of Gold.

She is the rose that will forever sit on the brow of love,

She is Love, the rose who rules my heart.

Her magical gentleness lingers long in the reality of now,

Her eternal happiness fills all souls,

Her caring compassion lives forever in our hearts.

Somewhere, someplace, grows the Rose of Gold.

She is the rose that will forever sit on the brow of love,

She is Love, the rose in my heart.

Marc W. George

June 20^th, 1999