My Pink Rose Poem by Keith Harrell

You were so divine
Looking so sublime
You remind me of pink rose
The flower
Not
The color

I begin to pull each petal and discover something new
Your thorns begin to make me bleed
But
I'm numb to the pain, when it comes to seeing you blossom everyday for me
Because your beautiful pink petals bring me to my knees and I begin to lose my self control.

I'm rooted in your spirit
And
I hope to be the water nourishing your soul
To become a wild flower
To become a true beauty in world so against a woman's natural beauty.

You were that pink rose around a field of reds
Something so special
Something I had to keep all for myself
But
I had to leave you be, to continue to grow
And
Become something truly magnificent

My Pink Rose.