This vission of beauty
I keep in my soul,
I treasure forever
as the story unfolds.
From the pit of the night
a Godess arose,
So soft and so fair
my sweet Rebel Rose.
Her eyes shone like Diamonds
Her lips sweet as Wine,
and a voice from within me
said she should be mine.
As the gods look upon her
on beauty untold,
I wonder will I hold her;
or will I simply grow old??
Now as I travel through life
down so many paths and roads,
I remember the vision,
of my Sweet Rebel Rose.
©John Miller