The soft petals
Compare to your skin,
A bud is life in hiding
And where no one gets in.
Leaves are the accent
Like the few feelings you show,
Thorns are your safety
So no one will know.
That you are reaching for the sky
Yet not trying to get too close,
The color shows your beauty
And Trace of a red rose.
When you reach full bloom
You will let your heart go,
To open up to the person
Who wants to know.
The beautifl flower
Past the pain of the thorn,
Pulling two hearts together
Where true love is born.
April 12, 2000
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2 comments:
I think yo get it, the comparison of a person to a flower.
Ilove tha and it so true fits me
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