How intricate your petals weave and coil,

Unfolding little by little as you bloom.

You are a mystery to me as you blossom;

So unpredictable, so distinct from every other.

But the transience of your beauty!

Let me love you now before it’s too late,

Because nothing in this life lasts forever.

And some things, more than others, last for just a heartbeat.

~ Pamela Ho ~

*My pretty roses are blooming, and this one inspired me to write an ode.