I knew a rose without a thorn,
The rarest bloom that grows
She blossomed, briefly, beautifully,
Right there beneath my nose.
I fear that I will never see
Another bloom as fair,
Except in memory, ever green,
Her fragrance lingers there
John F. McCullagh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rose-without-a-thorn/
