Stem of a Rose
By Peter Scott
Like
The
Stem
Of
A
Rose
I
Must
Hold
You
Delicately
Callous
I will be cut and bleed
Indifferent
The
Pedals
Fall
Permanently
Forever lost to me now
Carefully
With
Love
Personally
You must be kept close
Where
The
Smell
Fills
My
Existence
Beautiful
And
Bright
A
Valuable
Commodity
Cherished all its life
Shown as perfection
Which it truly is.