A wind blown rose

A wind blown rose I came across
on a lonely moor
gold and red its petals shone
on that dreary moor

A wind blown rose once caught my eye
on a lonely moor
Its pure beauty filled my soul
I never thirsted more

A wind blown rose I came across
on life's lonely road
the twisted stem marked the place
I now call my home

A wind blown rose I cam across
there I built my home
Her sweet beauty filled my soul
and I've never thirsted more

This a quick poem I wrote late one afternoon, and while it's not perfect- I like it.
-DRS