The Rose

P1010494The Rose

A rose is delicate and sensual as a woman’s soft skin,
Slowly opening, unravelling, revealing beauty within;
It glows like a blush on a warm summer day,
Its heady perfume marks the passing of May;
One of life’s contradictions in so many ways,
So tender, so gentle we marvel and gaze;
Its feminine beauty is bold, its petals laid bare,
But they also hide thorns so we must tread with great care;
We should cherish and nurture, love and admire,
Never take them for granted or be blind with desire;
In the earth they will grow, don’t place in a bowl,
Nature’s gifts to the world, they enrichen the soul.

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