A Rose Is a Rose Is a Rose
The moon and stars that fill the sky
are only there to light the night—
no message for my hopeful eye,
no wish I may or wish I might.
The rainfall is no sign of love;
no hidden meaning in the weather.
It’s not a signal from above
that you and I should be together.
The lilies growing in the lake
are not for us a metaphor.
They had no thought of what’s at stake
and bloomed before we reached the shore.
The world around us yields no clue
should you love me or I love you.
The world is beautiful and yet—
let’s not read too much into it.
Editor’s Note: The lighthearted form of this poem makes it an easy read, but the message is much deeper than is first apparent.