A Rose Day

It has been long since I wanted to write,
But never got many words so bright.
Which could see the depth in your eyes,
Or could tell the serenity of your voice.

If the words did come to me,
They refused to help me describe your beauty.
Even the literature got confused,
And the mighty grammar searched for clues.
          
Then I sought the help of universe,
Every one came so strong and diverse.
But then they saw the work to do,
All of them resigned but gave a gift for you.     

Soft as your touch and caring as your heart,
Strong as our journey, of never ending start.
It was best of air, water and clay,
A rose for a rose on a beautiful rose day!