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- Lady Rose
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Lady Rose
(Poem in free verse)
By, Michael142
Nascent bud sheathed in green,
Shows just a hint of color,
In its infant state.
Young rose, full of vigor
Bursts forth from its green cocoon…
Opening up to the world.
Becoming of age,
Our little rose is grown,
Opening to its full beauty.
The picker admiring the rose,
Chooses it from the others…
Enamored of its beauty and body.
The incision made, Miss rose sighs.
Ouch! The pinch of the thorn,
Produces droplets of red.
At the first cut,
At the first blood,
Sweet rose loses her innocence.
The picker cherishes his prize…
Rose is loved, becomes part
Of the his life.
The rose reaches full maturity,
Nurtured by the water
And the gentle care of him.
She becomes so beautiful,
Full and rich in color,
As her petals spread.
Admired by all, loved by one,
Her life a success,
Our lovely rose is happy.
Lady rose lives on,
Passing her prime
But, still cherished.
Sadly, our sweet rose fades,
Handled carefully by love,
Meets her end.
Lady rose is dead,
Remembered fondly,
Pressed and preserved.
End
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