The Rose

     In a forlorn world of indistinguishable roses, you were the delicacy. With your disheveled petals and your mortal thorns. I reflected on preservation; wanting to cover you in glass and abstain the lurking and observed elements.

    Your beauty left me staggered. Your soul spoke of vigor and tenacity. Your heart wept and howled it's mighty tenderness in secrecy. it was this that prompted me to survey the gardens. Bewildered I was positioned in the midst of calamity. For the garden retained only monotonous copies of one another. There was no viability there. But when i bent me head to the sunrise; it was in the colors i bore witness to your petals. In the sting of the midnight stars I watched your docile thorns. It was in the birth of the sun that you manifested yourself... amidst all of the divination and alchemy I gawked in reverence. For you were my rose and there stood no other like you. 


"A modest ode to the Prince and his Creator"

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