The Sweetest Thing Without a Soul
There's a beauty of rich intensity for which
the sun offers its full morning blessing,
an elegant red regard that soothes
a longing heart's desire, a warmth of emotion.
An inspired making that is fresh, free and real,
it is the Red Red Rose; a "Silent eloquence."
The air is drenched with its sweet smell
being the only one of its kind, and cannot
truly be transformed into something artificial,
the soft weight of the petals
has the touch like babys' skin, I observe
its strength as a heartening symbol
for it appears to be carefree on the bush
or stands very well alone,
the stem is strong and straight, while the
leaves grow from the sturdy branches,
then as the bud fills out it becomes
more liberated and independent,
breaking away from the rest
of the bush like life itself,
the tender petals open up like your heart
to pleasure, and also fades gracefully
under the sun as we do with age.
At the end, the rose falls to the ground
fulfilling its life, just like we
live our lives from birth to eternity...
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