Rose

Your beauty is like The Rose  
Do you know that every rose has 40 pedals  
Within every petal, there is a slight variation  
A nuance that shows its imperfection  
But the imperfection is perfection in the eye of the beholder  
The outer petals bloom and peel back  
Showing softer, more timid petals  
Kissed by Venus herself  
Never to have been touched  
Tempting you to touch  
A petal unfurls  
Revealing  
The inner chamber  
The rose will decide if  
and only if you approach with delicate care  
I'm still on the outer petal, acclimating my touch  
Are my hands too rough to move further in  
A drop of crystallized dew has blessed my eyes with its pleasures  
There are 40 petals that I must push pass  
Will..you… (Sigh)