“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that
makes your rose so important.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Today's entry is a little something I wrote, a poem, of sorts, if you wish to classify it.
a single red rose stands out of a crowd with it's beauty and it's strength.
a single red rose says "I love you" with no words at all, yet wilts away while strengthening love.
a single red rose knows it's strength with thorns so rigid, yet means no harm.
a single red rose displays it's beauty with petals so fragile, yet does not fear falling apart.
a single red rose has many meanings but none more important then it's beauty being passed from one hand to another.
Written by Christine M Wallace
Copyright 2012
