Look around..
the early dewy morning..
the baby roses, just starting
to come alive..
with an awakening, and new life.
I am a rose..
who turns it'self
inside out..
and stings her self
on her inward thorns..
You looked around
and tried so hard
and with your box so battered
you captured the wind..
but were depressed
when you opened the box
and the wind refused to blow.
the whispering winds..
the budding rose..
things so soft and pure..
yet so painful..
and damaging..
yet if one looks carefully..
the inner beauty of..
anything can be seen..
or felt..
Beauty just is.
Dedicated to the Love and Friendship of Her best pal from the rp, chadbear who truly is a rose in bloom and needs a lot of Gina hugs ~HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG~