A rose is a flower that captures love.
Sprung of the earth from a heaven above.
You refuse to see the beauty in all that is there.
The flaws of it's existence make you unaware.
Thorns protrude from it's long, tired stem.
And you're on a course to totally condemn.
Allow the sun to shine on it's petals.
The soul of the stem is where the sun settles.
Do you not know all the beauty that I see?
You've captured my love with your intimacy.
My dear rose, you are my flower.
See the beauty of yourself in this passionate hour.
