Rose 🌹

She be a rose  Delicate and fragile. Colors spectrum of red, runs to deep to see. If you see a rose, let it be. Let it live in itself, untouched. Innocent. This heavenly rose, grown from her mother's seed. Has pushed threw concrete, poverty, dirt. Yet it still has it same red. Be a rose. In the dark. It shines like a ray of sun hitting your well rested eyes.  Yet she is still so special. If you've spoken to the rose, speaks uncontrollably of the concrete. Could write a book about poverty. Tell you everything about the dirt. The darkest of people have tried to pull her apart, but have failed. Her thorns to sharp, they draw blood from the gods. The question is why would want to pull away her beauty. Her pedals are her red. They are her heart, body, and mind.  If you take one you only have one pedal, never knowing they you have destroyed her. She turns cold. Black.  Rotting away from what you did. I say to the darkest beware of your touch.  It will kill her.