A Rose Ballet

by Blue-Stubby

She senses the morning sun,
tilting toward the
direction of warmth.

Comforted in safety; her stem
is a high-tower dressed in
thorns and though I am close,
I have no fear of them.

In my presence, she begins to
display her beauty.

Slight to my eyes is her movement.

Each petal unfolding,
so vulnerable, so delicate.

Gracefully, she performs a
rose ballet, dancing in my heart
as a flame on a wick.

She is unparalelled elegance,
shimmering royalty,
her Daddy's flower.

Captivating is her fragrance.

I lean in... slowly...
drawing in deeply a breath.

Gently, I press against her
my forehead and close my eyes.

Her thorns do not pierce my skin.

Her bloom does not recede.

She is soft.
She is safe.
She is warm...

and she is beautiful to me.

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A bit of freeform as it poured. A vision of a rose, delicate in a representative sense, in the essence "of". Just as a particular Woman, as I have seen none like her... opening up in love. "Really...?!" ;)
***A grand "THANK YOU" to Angelheart for another precise fit... fantastic representation.

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A Rose Ballet

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