A blossoming whorl of parting lips
Sweet fragrance breathes from petal tips
As nectar seeps from every leaf
Moist and soft in a bouquet motif.
Bathed in a spray of baby breath
Imparting hues of warmer depth
To her bosom she doth embrace
Ginger Roses, white gown – so full of grace.
She begins her walk at regal pace
Down the aisle toward his smiling face
An exchange of ancient sacred vows
Welds their souls together now.
Caught by the next whose heart will sing
And so the magic Roses so true
Confer their grace to someone new.