A rose represents beauty
Much like a woman
They are unique
Not one
Is an exact replica
A rose in its glory
Is beaming under
A buttermilk sky
Freshly radiant
With raindrops
Of sky-water
Like a woman
A rose slowly
And methodical
Unravels its core
Will Let go
And mesmerize you
Their embrace
Of unending
Lingering passion
Embrace
Their mate
A Sea of fertility
Renewing a promise
To return to
For up to
Eighty years
Or death
Of old age
Their skin soft
As velvet satin
As fragile
As porcelain
They unfold
Their Blossom
They come in many
Hues and colors
Blood-silk red
Glistening Ivory
Fresh goldenrod
Baby blue
A rose and a woman
Cannot endear
Without tender affection
And nourishment
If their mates
Take care
They will
Awaken their spirits
And become
As bright
As moonbeams
In a sea of starlight
Their intoxicating Aroma
Pheromones entice
Both rose and woman
Will unfold their souls
Year after year
For your delight