A woman is as a beautiful rose-
Petals to be caressed and stroked-
Nurtured with adoration, yet-
Only picked in time, one by one-
Like summer vintage red wine-
Ripening with passion and time-
Rounded contours of ectasy-
Steaming after proper gardening-
Listen and she will convey-
When the harvest is ripe.
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