Dear Rose,
A soft yet delicate rose I do see before me, I can still see a hint of pain from years
gone by, yet the rose pedals still remain firm and unchanged, just a slight miss
trust of the men that caused that rose so much pain...yet the rose remains
closed before the rain falls that could make it blossom once again. Dear rose
open up for me and let me water your dried stem and nourish you back too full
health once again, so you can blossom into a full bloom in the morning sun?
Once again the most beautiful rose in the garden again, open up and let the rain
come in...no longer just a rose that stands alone I do share your pain. Now bask
in the morning sun and quench your thirst from my rain.
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