A battlefield baring brave bold roses lay within her soul
Eyes sharp like a heated blade that never goes dull
Her smile is a series of simmering summers searing against the night
Pushing forever to greatness even if the injuries sting from her last fight
A field full of roses whose thorns protect without causing bleeding
To live to awaken deep love in others is her definition of winning
Her art displays the veiled beauty within an individual
The love she gives to the world is surely reciprocal
Great things are awaiting in your garden , no matter how heavy the past storms
Love and joy shall glide around the roses, as hope, it's petals adorn
The hell of your past may burn, but even forest grow back after a fire
Your hope and passion will guide you to your deepest desires
Most people have to live a moral, rich life and perish to see the golden cities of heaven
But to gaze into her hazel eyes is glancing at a paradise dancing in a hue of fluorescein
May these words help you remember, the beauty you carry inside
Keep these words inside your heart or at least by its side
Remember that even when life fought to end your garden, hope will never yield
For roses shall always grow and prosper inside your battlefield
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
