A Rose Poem by Celia Acosta

Its sweet smell
Its tender petals
The way you touch it delicately
Taking the time to savor its beauty
Do you look at her that way? ? The way
You once looked at me, the eyes of a man
Who took my breath away, beneath the sweet
Smell and tender eyes, lie the thorns that prick at
Your true beating heart, iam not sorry, I don’t regret you
I don’t resent what’s happened, I think you deserve the rose you’ve
Been blessed with, iam sorry your to blinded by the beauty, to see the
Poisoned thorns that wait for you, for your heart, for your life