Hey rose, when looking at me why the smirk?
The look of scorn, why do you have distaste
For me? Do tell, what causes you to irk?
You know that you and I could never shirk,
So why? Why do you feel you’re more than me?
Is it because your skin is smooth like silk
And mine is homely- rough like a maid’s knee,
Or maybe it’s your sweet perfume, maybe?
Your are beautiful rose, that I give you;
Nothing within me is beautiful too?
My lofty friend, I am your humble leaf,
Even the seed about the seed is same.
I will stay put, for nature does proclaim,
Today’s leaves are born tomorrow’s petals!
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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