The Rose

(The Rose... re-written by Phelicity)

by Phelicity

When it's soft and feels like velvet, And sweet beyond compare, You may touch it with a wonder Such loveliness is there. And the touch can make you happy, In the saddest wind that blows. There are some who understand it; A kitty's like a rose. When you see it in the springtime, A tiny bud that's new, And you watch it slowly open As if it trusted you. Then you see how all God's beauty Can start out very small. For it might have been a kitten, And not a rose at all. While a rose is always wanted, Although it has a thorn, How can flowers be more lucky Than all the kittens born? When your love is something special, As every kitty knows, Is it strong or is it fragile, Or fading like the rose. In the cold and snowy winter, When the roses are all dead, Then you sit beside the fire And hold your cat instead. While you're making precious mem'ries, There are none as dear as those. Then your cat is with you always, As lovely as the rose.