This rose is plain.
It has not color.
Just like you,
there is no other.
Can you forgive
its razorous thorns?
That protects our love
as it blooms for the world.
Patience is still,
as the dew on the pedals.
Waiting for sunlight's
warmth to settle.
Life's symbol
of pain and pleasure.
Like a diamond,
this rose is forever.
Beauty I give you,
in the palm of your hand.
One love.
One rose.
One woman.
One man.
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This poem is very wonderfully crafted. The knitting of emotions is done to perfection. I love this and would wish that this is a real respect a woman with true love can offer to her husband. Keep penning. I would be happy if your impressions are stamped on rest of my poems too dear.
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Hey it is a great new idea. Neatly composed and wonderfully portrayed. keep it up sweet heart. This poem is as beautiful as a rose. I would be happy, if you could stamp your views on my poems.
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simple things add beauty to all our lives and especially for those we love.
~*Starr*~ xxx -
beautiful poem!!! i like roses to!! great job
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A beautiful poem. I love roses and I think this fits the catagory. Good job and keep writing!
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