Like a Rose
To me she is like a rose,
Endowed with beauty that defies all odds;
To me she is juxtaposed,
Betwixt enchanting beauty and tantalizing soul.
To me she is just a rose,
An immaculate fit in pulchritude’s elite;
To me she stands forlorn,
So mesmerizing, with secrets untold.
To me she is like a rose,
Surrounded by thorns that pierce my heart’s walls;
Eagerly and charily I long,
To know to whom her heart shall truly belong.
-written in April, 2014
Copyright © Kasonde Besa | Year Posted 2016
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