The Rose Gardener

My Window Rose, I'd abondoned
her from my thoughts for a while,
the weather outside had changed
from bleak to mild.

I approached her this day,
expecting no gloom yet
something seemed different
when I entered the room.

My rose's color was changing,
face blossoming, petals flowing
it'd seemed another force
was aiding her growing.

I've taken her from my window,
not seeing her heart harden
and with tender care I've
placed her in my garden.

My rose shall have less protection,
less shelter, in the summer heat
she many even swelter.

Yet she's changed me and
now my mind can further wander,
for now I've changed my title from
"Rose Protector" to "the Rose Gardener".