An study in poetries petals

"Softly it opens like the scrolls of old 

Gentler tho than even old parchment, 

Softer than silken sheets made for Queens 

Fuller in colour than a young maidens lips

Supported by the strong Eiffel Tower 

Yet protected still by a warzone's sharp razer wire 

It's beauty to great to be held up above

So only with pain will anyone deliver it's love

Aroma of beauty not even Paris compares

All women adore it for days still unheard

Men pay gold over life times just to acquire 

Sight of its splendor on their wife's window spire"

"Hmmm a fitting repose, for life's wonderful Rose 

Such a beautiful flower, I could stare at for hours

Gentle sight to behold, a gift in the household

Yet this student of life fears she won't ever receive that genuine love revealed their softly falling petals"

*The book closes softly as her voice fades away,

Eyes ache with longing towards a empty vase.*

This was me trying to describe a rose with the stereotypical flowery words (the words used to describe flowers) it was sorta an exercise at first to try to have better writing. But then I felt the need to make it sorta a story, a young poet reading her mentors old book of poems 

Thank you any one who read it 🩵