Beautiful Rose

Your presence, like no other Your smell so intense yet calming Your petals so soft and smooth I come to stare at your beauty I am taken back by your red, vibrant, stunning color Petals made up of green and life to flourish Roots keep you grounded to nourish your wealth You stand so strong, showing your thorns of pain The thorns of protection, not violence The thorns that give you the strength To live on such a cold earth You give blood to those who disrespect your beauty, This ability I wish to have I look up to your serenity yet ability to stand against those The ones who are not worthy of your beautiful sight There will come a day when your lovely smell will slowly diminish Your petals will lightly shed and fall apart into ashes of veins Your colors will start to fade Your roots will become thin and fragile Your strong stance will become shriveled and weak But you will never stop being a beautiful rose, The one I see in front of me, with such bright inner beauty ~Dedicated to my beautiful Mother, Elizabeth~