Your beauty catches my eye, then wonderment, curiosity draws me closer.
Wanting more I feel your pedals, soft, silky and making me want more.
I draw you near, the fragrance has me closing my eyes and enjoying the sweet aroma and brings a calmness seldom felt.
The thorns are many, some bringing pain as I forget that's your only defense against harm. Tho hurting something this beautiful is my last intention.
These feelings brought out care not that you're only here for a short period.
I step back and look at the whole bush. It's the bearer of this simple blossom, just one of many.
That's when I realize it's the plant that has given me so much. Buds will turn to blossoms, those into the beautiful flowers.
Many flowers over the spring, summer, and into the fall.
Oh but the winter, what has become of my always giving friend?
The moments of peace, the pleasures of it's being there when I needed it, it's softness, and mesmerizing scents?
They are there, hidden deep in the soil that's provided it's birth.
The only thing that's changed is that I have to look into myself, everything is there. All that's needed is to look into my soul, it holds all that you've given me.
That, and knowing you're only hibernating and in a brief period you'll be bringing me all you have before and more.
The beauty more appreciated, the thorns there as reminders that you need your defenses not against me but against the world.
The calmness felt more frequently, the aroma sweeter than the season before.
Yes rose, you'll always be there, giving and creating new thoughts and feelings just like the flowers you produce. Even when they are just memories to carry me over the winter.
