Resting upon the palm of my intricate hand
Lies something so simple and pure.
The creamy petals so smooth and silky
Against the many meaningless lines of my palm.
Emitting a fragrance so unique, it lingers
Long after it's short life.
It's beauty, it is not the beauty within
But rather a representing beauty.
What it represents to you is for you to decide,
And what it means to me is a secret so deep,
Not even I know.
Maybe I will discover the meaning
Or maybe it will remain a mystery for eternity.
But why such a mystery,
For a single white rose? |