Study of A Rose
My life has been the study of a rose
at times velvet petals caressing
my soul, softly;
in moments of fragrance, so sweet
to linger on the tongue.
It's long stemmed encasement, entangled,
captured by its companions
sharing beauty,
creating masterpiece,
with unified smile
against a briary tree.
Yet, lately, I have known the thorns
their piercing ripeness
breaking my flesh
flowing blood-red
droplets and stream.
To know such awe
to feel true splendour
you must gaze and ponder,
For to love the beauty of a rose
and to student its innuendo
is to remain no stranger
to the thorns.
© Study of a Rose
