Miss Rose
so deep and pure,
the artist’s hand
can’t make it sure.
The rose’s beauty,
so clear and fine,
the poet's word,
won’t find the rhyme.
The rose’s beauty,
so tenderly clear,
the singer's song,
it can’t be heard.
But listen still,
deep inside you,
the beauty’s song,
like a single bell,
with the beauty’s word
a picture raises,
deep inside you,
it blows around –
the beauty of love,
so clear and true,
oh my Miss Rose, she is yours.
(Michaela Lichtenegger, 2013, inspired by the painting "Miss Rose")
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