Louise

Once, a rose there was,
Who's beauty, admir'd
Gave power to those who truly knew not beauty
But only coveted that which beauty brings.

Once, a storm there was,
Whose temper strong
Gave life to those whom life had long abandonned
And freed them on the Earth.

Once a love there was,
Whose fortune was chance,
And whose meaning was destiny to their enchanted hearts,
But there for envious eyes.

Once a time there was,
Whose passing brought the end,
And with his pain did make the end a passing into sorrows grasp,
Where only thorns could grow.

Once, a rose there was,
Whose bloom for one less fortunate than he,
Would never see the light and warmth that shone so bright,
Nor kiss that saved his soul.