ROSE
I was born cradled inside your palm
within the perimeters of a safe haven
brought to life by loving silty fingers
Rose is what I heard you call me
staying true to my appellative name
I chose to bloom inside your heart
Many butterflies and bumblebees
sat on my flowerhead but only you
were the apple of my eye, dear heart
I was born to please you and only you
enclosed and surrounded I thrived,
like a rose, in a tangled mess of flowers.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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