A heart so delicate
a soul abused
A spirit broken
too often used
A man arrives
intentions true
He starts to build
her soul anew
she can't believe
He sees beyond
The broken woman
They have spawned
He sees the beauty
that hides within
He fights the wrath
of original sin
Slowly but surely
like the bud of a rose
She opens herself
she begins to grow
Author notes
Written August 17th, 2005
What did you think
Comments
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Thank You Larry.
Regards,
moon -
Any poems with Rose in the tittle are sure to get my attention...I'm glad I found this one. Great R&R make this a pleasure to read.
Very well done
Roses
Larry

