The Day You Smiled - Sonnet 34

Where is the rose I grew and gave to you?

No scourge of time has withered up the leaves

Or sullied up the springs that service peace

To it. I find the red a deeper hue

The more each Spring brings forth the forest green

And twilights paint the lonely mountain peak

In light cornflower blue. The more I seek

That flower in the garden, I must seem

To those who peer in blind, and rather mad

With sharp desire; so the less I hold

My vision steady, and was I so bold

To plant it and forget? So now I had

Supposed: so where is it? It came to be

The day you smiled and gave it back to me.