Perfect,
The Rose,
So perfect,
Even it's flaws are utter perfection,
If you can imagine a perfect flaw,
Oh it's curves,
A well crafted design,
Meant for beauty,
Meant to awe the onlookers,
The way each pedal, individually shaped and formed,
Caresses the next,
In the perfect form of ballet,
Holding tight from the base,
And elegantly falling away,
And sprawling out, with perfect choreography to the next,
Just in time, for the spotlight of the sun,
To show it's new, look,
Equally as appealing as the last,
As if the rose, was the opposite sex,
The gaze of the gender whose eyes are locked upon it,
Is reminiscent, of a naughty, lust,
The girl of their dreams,
The night in shining armor,
The rose,
The perfect, beautiful,
Rose!
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Poetry Of Heart & Mind
KöltészetImagine, if you could verbally describe everything that you experience, and all that catches your eyes, as if you were artist capable of painting a meal so real you could smell it well enough to want to reach out and taste it! Well, this is my attem...
