The Manifestation of Living Poetry

The Rose At a look, you are captivated by its beauty. It does not do anything, yet that is its duty. Allured by its enchanting aroma, For moments you are trance into a soothing coma. The pedals have such an everlasting design. You gaze at its aesthetic pleasure totally captured in your mind. Oh wonderful, glorious creations are they. I could enjoy its beauteous nature day after day. I believe God thought of a rose when He created a woman. Let us make her like this was His summon. Her intrinsic beauty and divine charisma. Totally piercing the natural eye like the prickly leaves of a mimosa. Her hair displays the flow of a gracious design And when the wind blows, it falls perfectly back in line. The touch of her skin is like the softness of pure silk. The brightness of her smile Could be seen for at least a mile. Every curve carefully forming her aristocratic poise Leaves the bees absent of any noise. The sound of her voice is as sweet as sopaipilla covered with powdered sugar to enhance The deep of her eyes enslaves you in enormous somnolence. No, she was not made of just one color But normally she is the shade of her earthly mother. This magnificent creation was not to be hidden but to be adorn This was His intent before she was ever born!