My dear friends,
A Woman, A Rose
The rose appears quite delicate,
yet it will withstand much distress
When hard times come calling,
it may bend but never break
Admire its exquisiteness, its sleek sultry shape
Open your eyes to the color of the petals' cheeks
Feel the softness of its skin
And as the first few begin to unfold,
look closely for its magnificent smile
Watch the leaves drift lazily in the breeze as would her hair
As the sun shines down upon the rose, admire its radiant glow
Notice its growing beauty with each passing day
Though, most of all, be very careful when holding it,
as the rose will let near it only those with a sincere touch.
You are a rose.
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