More Than Just A Rose
As I gaze into this picture, I see more than just a rose,
I see the plant that rested, when the cold wind blows,
much like the spirit within me sometimes rested
when in times of confusion and heartache, it was truly tested.
I see the softness of each petal, much like my skin in youth,
the outer covering of my body, that sometimes hides the truth
from the world and from myself...though delicate and serene
the thoughts that I've embraced, most often in my dreams.
I see the gentle folds of the petals, each a perfect shape,
it matters not that it blooms early or in the season late.
For it really doesn't matter, each petal holds the other,
much like the needed arms, found in a special lover.
Though the color may vary, and a thorn hidden deep within,
I see only beauty that shines through the petals so thin.
I've not the beauty of this blossom, and not perfect in any way,
I've only shared what I've seen and felt, as I sat here alone today.
Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
6/9/2002
Free Forum Hosting
Important Announcement
First 
Beautiful......Such talent.
Return to Prose and Poetry