Red Rose
Love is like a gentle, elegant,
Red rose.
It’s mysterious and beautiful. Why?
No one knows.
Every rose has a gardener
To water it and
Help it grow or bloom.
To nurture it, if you must.
Me. I may have found my
Red rose.
Amongst the field of flowers,
This one was different.
It hid among the rest,
Shy of its inner beauty,
Truly lonely, waiting to bloom.
Stands out from the rest and
Truly more elegant.
One day, that shall be my
Red rose, and I, her gardener. One day, one day.
(2013)
This piece explains a man's true feelings towards a woman he wants so bad. Women are a precious gift of God, and every man will do anything for that one special lady. All it takes is a little searching, time patience, and perseverance.
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