THIS ROSE

This rose always scarred the hands who tried to hold it
This rose always ran to lovers who desired to scold it
This rose landed at your feet-bloody, beaten and worn
A scraggly, pathetic sight, less petal, more thorn
But you were kind and gentle, your soul understood
With bravery that only a knight like you could
You rescued me from reality and set me high on a cloud
And in our dream world I could touch you.. I was allowed
You opened the door to your heart enough for me to peek inside
When I reached out for an embrace, you didn't run or hide
You are the dream lover on a distant shore
You are the fantasy that makes me come back all the more
So dream or not, your a man whom I am honored to know
Because of your tenderness, you helped this Rose grow..

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