Friday, April 29, 2016

THE ROSE


Slowly pulling petals,
From a sweet and fragrant rose;
Watching them fall from my fingertips,
Like winter's falling snow.

Knowing that each petal,
Protects the rose's heart,
Still I pull them one by one,
Gently taking it apart.

Then when the petals are all gone,
The last one on the ground;
I see at last the tender heart,
Of the fragrant rose I found.


Just as slowly you are pulling,
Every petal from my heart;
With every look and every touch,
Gently taking me apart.

You know with each petal,
You see right to my soul;
But yet you pull them one by one,
No longer am I whole.


Now that the petals are all gone,
With my defenses down;
You see at last the tender heart,
Of the fragrant rose you found.

Allison Chambers Coxsey



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