Rose 🌹

They say be careful of your thorns, but it’s a blessing that you were born. So elegant, yet so grounded in the roots from which you bloom. Sometimes beauty is held within the eyes, so you’re quite a sight to be hold. It was such a joy to hear your story told and how through adversity it made you grow. Each day you mold into your finest form. You stood the test of time, as you weathered through any storm. To think the chance of meeting you was one in an infinity, as we share the affinity. I’m glad a path opened that lead to, it was honor to hear your truths. In your garden I would never try to impose, you’d always stand out in any bouquet as I poet to you my dear rose 🌹.