Poem

 

Every poem a love poem.

 

Every poem a red, red rose.

 

Every dawn a wedding-day.

 

All songs a red, red rose.

 

Every morning, the first day of my life.

 

Each flower a rose, a rose.

 

Every morning the morning of the funeral.

 

Every hymn, a rose.

 

Every bell a passing-bell a wedding-bell.

 

Every love, a rose.

 

Every meeting a lovers’ meeting.

 

Each look a gift, a rose.

 

Every day, a birthday.

 

Every gift, a rose.

 

Every morning the first day the last day.

 

Every love, a rose.

 

How shall I my true love know?

 

Love’s like a red, red rose.

 

Clair Mullineaux