Day 22: Rose

From the thorn embedded life,
emerges a blessing like bud.
Shaded like blushing girl's cheek,
right from the core of the heart!
The intricate layers,
from the lap of leaves,
Grow in a beautiful flower!
And the petals emerge ,
Like lips parting for a sweet kiss.
Delicate, like a new born child...

Rose, the flower...
Symbol of hope,blooming right midst the thorns.
Symbol of love, of eternal passion.
The fragrance is everlasting,
Sways slowly with the breeze.
The perfuming scent is like a drug,
Drug of romance and passion.
Whispers of love!
The soft petals,
Inspires us .
Of the world without pain.
Mother's love,
And the healing notes of music!

Though the flower is beautiful,
The beauty ,undeniable.
But like the love...
It hurts.
The thorns is a reminder,
Of the pain.
The thorns pricks us to reality,
Reminding us,
Life is not a bed of roses.