The Rose is a fragile flower
To plant it, the ground must be prepared
With rich soil beneath the hardened surface
So the plant can take root and grow

Tenderly, it's placed in the soil
Carefully filled in, and then watered and fed
Its delicate leaves must be treated now and then
To keep its enemies at bay

In the warm glow of sunlight
It prospers and blooms
Into a flower which has become
The symbol of beauty and love to the world

Once it blooms, its petals must be misted
To keep them from drying and withering
If the Rose is not treated with such tender care
It will die... its beauty, sadly, gone forever

A woman's heart is like that Rose
It too must be handled with care
It is strong and yet fragile somehow
Needing that loving care to bloom and grow

The rich soil is a love that is true
So her love can grow and blossom
Instead of leaves and petals, she has feelings and dreams
That must be treated with understanding and encouragement

Her enemies are loneliness, fear, and mistrust
They will destroy her heart, eating away at the love that grows there
Frequent misting with honest, softly spoken, loving words
Will keep those enemies away

Instead of sunlight, a tender touch
From one who sees the beauty within her
Though she herself may not even know it's there
This will give her heart a glow

Just like the Rose, without these things
A woman's heart will wither
And suddenly this thing of beauty and its love
Are lost to you forever

by D.J. London
Copyright @1998

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