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My beautiful little rose
Look at my beautiful little rose.
Isn’t she as pretty as can be?
With her gorgeous green leaves.
With her slender green stalk.
She has thorns but they do not hurt.
She never draws blood.
Nor does she cause me pain.
And her beautiful blossom…
Oh, what a beautiful blossom.
Blood red and big and full.
She has such a sweet aroma.
Walking past her makes me turn my head.
I have to step back and admire her beauty.
All the other flowers in the garden are jealous of my beautiful little rose.
She grows tall whilst the others hang their solemn heads.
The sun shines radiantly on her
And her beauty lights up the garden.
Everyone who walks past stops and admires my beautiful little rose.
Even in the winter she stands tall.
She can make it through the rain and snow.
She is strong, my beautiful little rose.
Now the sun is shining
And I expect my beautiful little rose to keep growing.
But something is wrong.
My beautiful little rose is wilting and turning dark.
What is wrong with her?
Why is she slowly wilting away to nothing?
I try to nurture her.
I set the radio next to her and play her favorite songs.
I sit next to her and talk about everything and nothing.
I gently sprinkle water on her.
But nothing will bring my beautiful little rose back.
Try as I might, she won’t come back.
What else can I do?
I do not want to lose my beautiful little rose.
I love her.
Music will not help her.
Nor my voice.
So I will do the last thing I can think of.
I hold my wrist over my beautiful little rose.
And press down the blade.
And let my blood flow.
Slowly it drips down her beautiful blossom.
Down her slender stalk.
Down her gorgeous green leaves.
Down those delicate thorns.
Finally, down to the roots.
From there hopefully my blood will nourish her
And help her grow back to the beautiful little rose she once was.
And if not, then it was not in vain.
Because I will do anything for my beautiful little rose.
Last Modified: November 25, 2009 at 10:57 pm
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Hey Thunder, I thought this was creative as well. Enjoyed the the thought process here. It seems the Rose metaphors just never get old, I still use them too, and this a great example of why! Such a sweet walk through the garden here, loved it. Thanks for all your kind words on me poems, very much appreciated, peace, Plato