Treasure Island

Naomi Johnson

(09-30 / NJ)

Rose is like Love


A rose is like love it’s
beautiful to embrace
with kindness of grace.

For the petals hold
everything in place.
It’s an eccentric flower
that gives a pleasing feeling
to the heart with unbelievable power.

Its mystique of loveliness is rare to find around
causing emotions leaving you confound.

When you see a rose
hold it like love then allow its
innocence of purity to flow.
don’t crush it for you might
not ever have a chance to witness the
unopened petal’s beauty that lies
in disguise.

If you are not attentive to the
way you plant the seeds
or its needs.

You might not see its beauty grow.
Remember love is like a rose.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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