How delicate a petal of a rose
The sweet scent and alluring color
Soft petals with veins of life
So smooth they melt like butter
How bold the petal of a rose
And strong they stand against as wind blows
Intense are the shades
With passion that seems to bellow
How lovely the stem of a rose
A balance that occurs
Flower of promise and hope
Thorns of loss and defense as it matures
How beautiful the meaning of a rose
The product of love and protection
A rose so enticing has its own flaws
Nothing nor nobody is pure perfection
How I wish I was a rose
Every rose has its thorn
A beauty that pierces the flesh
I wonder what mine is ever since I was born.
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Hidden Love
Poetrya love blossoming seems to be beautiful until the reality of hardships happen
