My roses

My roses,
They are a part of me.

Whole heartedly admit,
There art to me.

If you ever knew the heart of me
No longer exposed be a target see.

Delicate, gentle, fragile thing.
Romance as fluttering fairy wings.

Happiness, joy and smiles do bring
Emotions, as warm desired feelings.

An insight to a damaged heart,
Creatived love inspired art.

A rose to me, does suit me
A symbolic offering of my duty.

A monster may feel, the curse of love,
So he offered his rose to beauty.