A Smile From Rose

It was right there, right then when I realised it, might have somehow thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but that didn't matter a rose had smiled at me.


A beauty a thing, a powerful being, as years went by I realised it had a strong hold on me, shook it off a cupla times maybe even convinced my self it was just a dream too, but no I'd see that smile from a rose again and nearly fall on my knees, but what was it? Just a smile? A normal a thing was it? No ways it was something way more as time went by I stopped being confused, took it in and eventually  started wearing it my self. It was an amour in most times, how untouchable I'd become pulling that energy from it. I could have lied to my self thinking it was all me, but no I wore an amour made out of a living smile! Unseen to the visible eye but powerful to the imagination to the point it somehow influenced my reality, it was a smile from a rose shining on me and its warmth would make me whole in ways that couldnt be explained. A dilusion in the eyes of a normal folk and a make believe to someone who thought they understood. It was something more to me, who could have thought a life would change the day a rose smiled for them a smile from a rose

Swoo