weeping_rose neesh Roses mean music to me. I named my flute Rose, for though she has no petals or thorns, she blossoms. Beautiful, sleekly silver and suggestive, as I arch my slender fingers around her, she sings. My lover is a singer of such natural ease and beauty that singing unthinkingly as she cooks, She moves me and I am content. She is my rose, the most unique flower in all the world. I do not arch my fingers around her, but I do often wrap my arms around her, for she is my weeping rose, and unlike Rose, who is hers, and the pink rose I found today (any other colour would be silly I’m told), she is in my keeping and mine to keep. 031113 what's it to you? who go blather from