The Rose
You've seen verse cutting through a rose,
Yet nevermind the prose.
The passions in the very throes
as petals to the toes.
The stem held up as if it knows.
The flower's edge in rows.
It's love within the way it grows
and you in who it chose.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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