Roses
Who does not know?
A woman is a rose
At which you must stare
And handle with care
Lest the hurt you bear.
What manner of heart
Will not stop and stare
At the sweet part
Of which he must beware
Or be aware
Who does not know
How it starts and grows
And how suddenly it bends
And ends
With no option to amend.
Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2014
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