My Rose

Dear Rose 🌹,

You are god's creation in every way. The color of passion and ddesire.A long green stem with thorns hold the petals up. As I reach I grab, hold and feel pain so pure. Such beauty has caught my words. Words that I now slur. Let my looks let you blossom as our smiles meet. Let my actions speak so your stem may reach its peak. And let my words cut down the thorns that pain grew. And as my hand grasps you may you blossom even more. Not by beauty but by your heart. The love that will be made will bring us closer and never fall apart. Roses lose their petals when they die. You only lose your petals if I allow pain to reside. The love shared will never die.