The Blue Rose

So special The Blue Rose,
That it does not exist,
So it must be a dream,
For all is possible there.

Be it your splendid figure,
Be it your inner values,
You are a vision so tantalizing,
That I am all consumed.

When I see The Blue Rose,
Its petals open and smile to me,
As to enchant, and draw me into the mystery that is you,
Unsure, unwise, your beauty has made me.

It was my life's passion,
And I didn't even know it,
Searching for The Blue Rose,
Searching for you...