Treasure Island

Naomi Johnson

(09-30 / NJ)

A Woman Is Like a Rose


Softly smooth gentle to the eye.
Oh, so fragile and sweet to smell
a woman is a blessing from the sky.

Each is uniquely enfold into its own delicate form.
But all possess adorable traits that was
specifically created and magnificently transform
her position is able to withstand any life-raining storm.

Her empowerment of alluring beauty is
shapely made with everything in tack
a persona of wonder that it doesn’t lack.

A woman can be delicate yet tenacious and vibrant too.
I know a woman who display these qualities that are true.
That woman is you!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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