Rose Poem

A rose is a rose wherever it grows whether on a mesa over the desert or a cliff near the sea, it holds a delicate beauty for the eyes and the nose. See the color, see the shape but don’t touch for the deep green of jagged leaves hide thorns beneath the beauty. Great beauty is never completely separate from danger as pain is  from pleasure, danger lurks beneath a beautiful view, a rose is like velvet covered steel or a dagger in a jeweled, silk sheath. Too close and the rose pricks you, too far and it fades from view. Come think and admire the enigma of roses. Simple yet complex, a token of love or a tattoo, a rose is like beauty for it is in the eye of the beholder.

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