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For Marian the second,
a warm luminary whose bright light
embellishes this heavenly website.

THE ROSE

Pale-cheeked, slender-necked,
in a shimmering green-leaf wrap,
the exquisite lady
leads
the all-variety garden show.

Taking her cue
from the nodding stars,
she dutifully bows
and dreams
of heady triumphs still to come.

Washed by the morning dew,
or showering in summer rain,
she fills her days
baring her soul to the sun
and holding the air in thrall
with her subtle scent.

Now, as fades the very beauty
that proved her undoing,
the unfulfilled performer
dies
of disillusion
and a broken heart.

Keith Good

I think Marian must have fainted with excitement

Robert,
I hope Marian is all right, however I haven't heard from her.
It's all your fault for being unstinting in your encouragement.
Keith. (Nudge, nudge.)

Thank you for the poem Keith--like Marian, I have never had a poem dedicated to me before--although I have had a verse dedictaed to me--but that's another story from many years ago.

Marian, my dear,
I assume you mean a verse written about you personally.
It sounds intriguing, but not surprising. I'm sure we would
all love to share your story from long ago, but I suspect
it was for your eyes only.
Keith