I am sad to say I cannot claim ownership of this beautiful piece..

Oh the ineffable emotion concieved by the rose of the field,
It is provokation through beauty by which it begins to yield,
But nay it is not even that, but so much more even still,
It breaks the hardest hearts at times and bends the strongest will,
How is it that such a small thing should so fixate the mind?
And so to some men's hearts and souls', deep philosophy bind,
The crimpson flare which graces its petals is anything but solemn,
And speckles of the morning dew reveal where angel's lips have befallen,
Yet even still there is something that alludes my mind with stealth,
Behind philosophy and image lingers yet something else...

This is really great, to understand that the sheer beauty of God in all things He has come in contact with, here personified in the rose, is enough to break the most hardened of heart, even those unwilling to accept the truth of His Word or the love of the Saint. In God's beauty, we can see something on a deeper level, we can see that this beauty which blankets all physical and emotional reality is reliant upon His love, and in place were we see the greatest beauty, His love abounds twentyfold...