I hold the petal of soft velvet
between my fingers.
It possesses a fragrance that
stands still in time.

It takes me back to my childhood
with memories of my grandmother’s perfume.
Or forward I go to a walk along the paths
of a rose garden at a grand estate in full bloom.

Such a simple thing of beauty alone
becomes magical when
given by a new love;
almost as enchanting
as the feelings that bloom between two young souls.
 
2/16/1993 (BM)
(edited 8/4/2017)