I choose my rare roses
From the thickest of thorns
For you to please
The aroma I preserved
For your delicate reserve
Their ambience
For your presence
My words carefully chosen for you
For they are inspired by you
A woman I am because you complete me
But your words sometimes
Hurt like the searing pain
From a branding iron
Words wore like clothes
With the deliberateness and intent to hurt
When not harnessed
It is more painful than actions
The damage of its force
Irreparable…..
