A Rose Yet Unlocked
Traveling through the forest I happened upon a quiet glen
Entering this pocket of peace I found several wild rose bushes in full bloom
Roses of such colors I had never seen before or ever again
I approached the billowing bounty of beauty thinking to obtain a token for my
love
As I reached for a delicate, perfectly formed, rose of fantastic beauty the
entire bush recoiled from my touch
Every attempt to pluck a rose caused the plant to tremble like a lass on her
wedding
I couldn't bring myself to continue to try to pluck a rose from this unusual
bush
In my frustration I asked aloud" What does one have to do get a rose of such
beauty"
There was a gentle rustle of roses and then appearing as if she had bloomed
forth right from the center of the rose bush was a young lady
To say she was beautiful and regale would be sheer understatement
This lovely Rose Queen. for what else could she be, asked me "Kind sir what
would you have from us?"
I brashly told her I was seeking but to pluck a single rose from so much beauty
She then warned me that any man picking a rose from these bushes would be
forever trapped in this glen
That his bones would nurture the very roses that he had sought to pluck
Undaunted I asked her if no one could pluck a rose without being cursed and
trapped
To this she said" Only one truly tied to this place and soil may pluck with no
fear"
I then asked her humbly if she might be so kind as to do so for me
Caught in her own quandary she said she would if I agreed to spend a week in the
glen with her learning her ways
Determined to have my token I quickly agreed already dreaming of my loves
reaction
I soon found out that a rose given freely from this glen held many magical
properties
First it seems that it would never wilt or be anything but in perfect bloom and
color
Secondly if given as a token of love it would return to me should that love
wither
Third if I pricked my finger with it's thorns the drop of blood would fall in
the direction of my love truest
And lastly if I gave the rose to the truly destined love in my life it would
crumble to ash, only to return as a complete fully blooming bush of normal every
day roses that while hardy and pretty would never compare to it's original but
doth mark love well
So my dear think not of it if I stare at the rose of which I present to you on
this night
I merely enjoy the love you have for roses and hopefully for me