~The Perfect Rose~ © 1997 Lori

So beautiful to look at; such a pleasure to smell;
so delicate are those pedals; so long is the stem;
is so tempting to pick; for you would like to take the beauty
with you; but knowing you can’t; you watch from a distance;
you stare at it and it’s beauty reflects in your eyes;
in the light breeze you catch a scent of its aroma;
the beauty draws you closer; ever so gently you reach
down and touch it; ever so careful not to be picked
by it’s thorns; you glide your finger across it’s
delicate pedal not wanting to disturb it’s beauty;
but only wanting to be a part of it;
though it is so tempting for you to pick;
you know you can’t for it will die;
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