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