Rose


Delicate;
Soft light illuminates-
This beautiful mystery,
Opened up...
Looking in,
Can you see how gentle She is?
A blush of red...
Vulnerable.
Cant escape the way you stare;
How your fingers graze the petals-
Careful in your touch,
Adoration...
Amazement.
Longing to know;
All about this creation that you hold in your hand-
"Why is it so gorgeous?"
You wonder.
As she whispers in a breath of Ecstasy...

"I am your Rose."

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