Rose


The sweet smell, fragrant flower
Petals of velvet, soft and tender
Just as the beginnings of love
sweet, soft, yet tender.

It begins with a tiny bud,
Slowly, the petals develop
Gently, color is evident
Softly they begin to spread

As it opens, tiny at first
Yet with beauty and promise
Curling around, growing
Moment to moment it changes

Opening petal by petal each day
Soon to be full blossomed
Shining in the glory of light
Standing proud in beauty

Fuller each day with care
Stronger it grows, carefully tendered
Until it bursts forth with completeness.
This is as love, this flower so soft,

This is the beauty of love,
This is how love must be tenderly cared for
Nurtured, caressed, and returned.

To give less than one can
Is as to cheat the fullness
of such a love.
To give more, is love.



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