But more than the flowers a heart is like a rose.

It holds love and beauty every place it goes.

Even given away it still beats within our soul.

For each emotion it plays the starring role.

Making softest flutters when we love or cry.

Our heart holds our feelings until the day we die.

It’s the last thing we feel as we pass from the earth,

And it’s the first thing that begins our life at birth.

How the heart and rose became eternally entwined,

Is a lovely mystery that long ago our Lord divined.

We love and live each day with a heart so deep,

We can store our precious memories to forever keep.

Speak of the lovely flowers in all of life’s parades,

But remember the heart ... is the rose that never fades.

~ Norma Marek ~
3-21-04