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The Queen OF Rose

I bloom as I am  
Petals to adore, sniffed upon, and even used to cover silk sheets in the ideal of romance  
The bed I lay as sunshine brightens above  
Petals, Stems, Leaves, Sepals my true melodies of love  

A promise from the Creator to only bloom as a majestic work of art  
Comforting to know itís my mortal birthmark  
From the sunrays, I stand within the ground, yet hidden  
Such beautiful thriving petals, to sunlight my roots are forbidden  

A gifted aroma in a decorative bottle  
Gently pluck my petals and lay me in a pottle  
Intoxicating fragrance magnetic stems of emotion  
A revitalized Rose no truer devotion  

Take a moonlit stroll through my garden; get high off my blooming soft petals  
In this galaxy and time the mind always needs to be settled  
Blooming so proudly while standing among the dark  
No written words of love greater from a flowerís warmth than Hallmark  
I wear my crown from a midnight bloom ordained by night as chose  
From the Moon Flowers to the sweet smell of the Evening Primrose  

Cultivated from noon awaken at the nighttime hour  
A sweet flower to pamper with an infused pearly gift from a soft rain shower  
The darkness is our celestial guide as we bloom in earthís paradise balanced by the soil of midnight power  

If a flower bloomed in the dark, would you still trust it as a soft kiss  
Love it with sheer bliss  
Cultivate it in a tender moment of reminisce  
I came from the darkness of the womb, cultivated, nourished, and bloomed from a planted seed  
Given life to trust, however, never any guarantees  

Iím a Rose in bloom letís just admit  
Iím not unfit  
I try not to just quit  
A desired emotional lickety split  

If I were perfumed with the fragrance of one of the beautiful flowers that blooms in the dark  
And I was lost, you would rely on the essence of your senses where passion once larked  
Could you locate me to make it right, rather by sunlight or by passion in its forthright  
Capture my heart under illuminating moonlight  

Flowers are an intriguing sentiment when giving in life  
Just make sure you have the right flower it cuts through the chase of continuous strife  
As the moonlit drinks in the essence of the spirit of my silken petals  
They are more inclined to blossom with rewarding reactions as water sinking a pebble  
And with much greater intentions richer than silver, gold, or precious metals
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 4th Jan 2021
Author's Note
Sweeter than the perfume of roses is a reputation for a kind, charitable, unselfish nature; a ready disposition to do to others any good turn in your power.

Orison Swett Marden
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