Why do you love roses?
Are you mesmerized by its name?
Or the velvety of it scarlet petals.
What about the thorns?
Is it as equally lovely as the flowers?
Or do you peel off every one of them like they were inutile.
An indigenous rose fights to hide its paleness.
So it lures you a lover of rose and oh snap! It's hueless.
Would you still love a colorless rose or a single error just makes it worthless?
So then i ask again, why do you love roses?
Would you be able to nurse a colorless rose to your preference?
Or do you love a perfect rose, a stunning fragrance and that fluffy blush of it's petals?
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
