Girls Are Roses
In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency
waxing from waning.
Girls are roses
Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.
Fine inflorescences
that lay in the garden-
budding into a woman
to grace her man.
All flirting out in packs
& springing into chic's-
sexy mortals indeed!
Roseate glow
to her blushful beau
that staggers to her cave.
An empyrean dish
carved out from Eden;
strumming the sacred calling of motherhood.
These there love are territorial!
A youthful maiden
that visualize a woman
into something they can enchant,
aiming for a transition
with little or greater expectations from her family.
Girls are roses
Untamed roses with enough concoctions
perfectly crafted to colorize the universe,
but still they're envious
& are weigh down by too many indifferences
from opposite sex.
A jealous mortals indeed.
Copyright © Excel Chinagorom Michael | Year Posted 2022
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