A Woman and a Rose.
A rose is like a woman
can be a wondrous sight.
From pure white, to ruby red,
all colours bring delight..
Heady powerful aromas,
arise from fabulous flowers.
They shine like satin in the sun,
and grow when sky sends showers..
A fragile rose should be handled with care,
No rough treatment should ever be there,
For the hand that hurts a rose will
suffer, and bleed for its lack of care.
Never be rough with a delicate rose,
Respect its aroma and beauty,
If not you´ll regret it as thorns
prick your skin, leaving you pain without and within.
My girls are like roses, Aunty and niece,
Though sisters they seem to be.,
Two beautiful women, like fragile fresh roses,
Who both know quite well they have thorns you can´t see.
Pity the man who would take advantage,
who sees only petals, aromas and colour,
If he treats them badly, defence is quite tough,
Doesn't pay to forget they have thorns in the rough.
Oh How I love my two precious roses,
So fine they draw envy from others,
It´s not what they seek, it´s how others behave,
like weeds attacking the flowers.
But roses are strong, though pretty and fair,
The weeds cannot win nor choke out the rose,
Too well- loved are these roses so fair.
For, pure white, pink or mellow yellow,
Or vibrant bright red they may be,
All of them bring a smile to the face,
Handle with care. !!
Both the rose and the woman,
Then perfume and joy fill the air.
And reward your tender affection.
You need never experience the thorns of
A rose pushing into your flesh,
just handle with care, both the rose and the woman,
Then hopefully life will be fair.
