Blue Rose
by Alex Taylor


There is nothing like a blue rose,
So precious and unique.
No flower's beauty can compare,
Or scent that smells as sweet.

You cannot pick her in the field,
Nor in the garden grow,
For she is a true rare find --
This, I surely know.

Though she is but different,
Never ask G-d why.
For she was made by his true hand,
And perfect in his eye.

When I find my blue rose,
The beauty that I seek,
With peace and joy and love and light,
Her heart, I hope, I'll keep.


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