My Rose

There is nothing more beautiful than a Rose,
To only lay eyes upon it is a travesty;
It's beauty can only be appreciated if it is held tenderly,
for The Rose has a delicate beauty.

With one hand upon the stem,
the other gently caressing its petals in full bloom;
A fragrance coaxes the nose closer
Lips brush the petals ever so softly.

As the excitement becomes overwhelming,
both hands grasp the stem;
All senses come to a peak,
but are soon broken as a thorn finds its way.

For a brief moment pain fills every thought,
but The Roses beauty soon shines through.

You are Beautiful,
You are my Rose