To One in Love
“When a garden is waiting, we know the soil is prepared,
And we know the flowers to be planted must be very rare.
Nothing is more promising to one in love
than a rose that transcends the thorns of doubt and blossoms in Light above
The ground where its roots are buried, above the stem with its thorns.
And you say, “Who’s at my door?” Why, the bud is waiting to blossom in the morn!”
– Kenneth G. Mills, Anticipations, p. 135