My Rose

This is Sydney's favorite poem. Now I can't see a rose without thinking of her.


The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose
But were always a rose.

-Robert Frost