This beautiful spirit from above; how her light burns with love. Though the darkness surrounds her; her wisdom still shines through in all that is pure. Teaching me how to walk in a good way; guiding me in her light, day by day. With her, life seems bearable; with her my mind and heart stay stable. This Spirit from a higher kingdom seems to be pure Wisdom.
This beautiful little rose began as a empty little seed; ready to be nurtured, ready to feed. Her name is Rose, my little rosebud. I knew when she was born, she would grow in Grace, Beauty, and Love. Rose I named her, for the vision of her in my mind. I knew in my heart she will grow to shine. Her beauty will sink ships by the thousands, her Grace will stretch over all the lands; she will grow to be the Glory of Man.
When we look in a mirror, we see our reflection looking back at us. Yet do we understand that which we see inside? Is it love or lust? The eyes are said to be the windows of the soul; looking in could take its toll. Some peer in and see the empty abyss; some peer in and see pure bliss.
She loves living creatures; both small and great. She loves living souls with kindness and Grace. Though she appears unkept on the outside; her spirit is a beauty no man can hide.
Love, What is Love? Some say it's an emotion that makes one loose their mind; some say it's Kind. Yet some say it is like a rose, grows when it's warm and sunny, dies when it's cold and blithery. There are some whom believe it is a gift sent from above; There are some who believe it is gentle as a dove.