approaching slowly,
towards this fresh rose
and gently placing her
misused petal
between your finger
and thumb will allow you
the opportunity to know her better.
all of her
torn, a few pieces taken, but still worthy of being yours,
if you’ll let her…
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is a lovely message poem, Aud. Every rose has its own perfections lying beneath the obvious surface, and beauty indeed is in the eye of the beholder. Your words and photo here are beautiful, my friend.
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I appreciate your talented eye on this poem, Mark. I’m truly happy you found the message. Your explaination is far better than mine. Thank you xx
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I get a good grade on my essay, teacher? 🙂
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Haha…yes, Sir, you do. I’m not surprised in the least. 🙂
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Gorgeous — both the photo and the accompanying verse! What a lovely way to start my day, Audrey!
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Thanks, Debbie. I do hope your day has been fulfilling and maybe even a little warm. 🙂 I thought this rose deserved a sweet message. Glad you enjoyed it.
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You mean to put on one’s desk?
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Well, sure, I think most would appreciate a flower on their desk, don’t you? I wouldn’t mind being on a desk. *smiles*
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*laughing* Would you spy? I’m thinking sitting on a desk is the perfect opportunity.
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*sighs* No, I don’t think I’d make a very good spy. I think I’d rather persuade the owner of the desk to take a break.
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And get something to eat?
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Yes, I suppose that is one option.
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But not the one you were thinking on…
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Well, I guess I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.
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pedals compassionately soft,
with heart mountain solid
there’s not any doubt
that, as is
she’s more than worthy 🙂
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Aww. Thank you for such a lovely response. She’s a pretty one, indeed. Inside and out. 🙂 You humble me with your words, my friend.
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