Rose

A little rose looked up at the sky
to find luminescent stars — whose lights
extinguished centuries ago — arranged
themselves in constellations of her image

To be a flower, is profound
responsibility —
Every petal must be praise-worthy,
for beauty is knowing it will pass

A little rose looked up at the sky
to find the prince — whose love for her
is essential as hers is invisible — a glint
of memories somewhere in a distant star