A Rose and a Woman

A rose represents beauty Much like a woman They are unique Not one Is an exact replica A rose in its glory Is beaming under A buttermilk sky Freshly radiant With raindrops Of sky-water Like a woman A rose slowly And methodical Unravels its core Will Let go And mesmerize you Their embrace Of unending Lingering passion Embrace Their mate A Sea of fertility Renewing a promise To return to For up to Eighty years Or death Of old age Their skin soft As velvet satin As fragile As porcelain They unfold Their Blossom They come in many Hues and colors Blood-silk red Glistening Ivory Fresh goldenrod Baby blue A rose and a woman Cannot endear Without tender affection And nourishment If their mates Take care They will Awaken their spirits And become As bright As moonbeams In a sea of starlight Their intoxicating Aroma Pheromones entice Both rose and woman Will unfold their souls Year after year For your delight Copyright, Heather Mirassou June 28, 2010