It was the day-star who gently made his move, penetrating the silken and lush petals of the young and wishful rose.

He warmed her heart with his gentle touch, and she whispered in return,

“Prove to me your love is like no other, for I have been fooled by the flirtatious promises of the winds who have come and left as they pleased”.

So the sun religiously returned day after day in his perpetual cloak of dawn until the rose believed in his soft intentions.

Like love everlasting, the kept promise was stronger than the sum of their spoken words and she opened her heart to bloom in sweet surrender.

(c) 2005 Jeanne Bonine