. . . THE ROSE . . . Slowly pulling petals, From a sweet and fragrant rose; Watching them fall from my fingertips, Like winter's falling snow. Knowing that each petal, Protect's the rose's heart, Still I pull them one by one, Gently taking it apart. Then when the petals are all gone, The last one on the ground; I see at last the tender heart, Of the fragrant rose I found. Just as slowly you are pulling, Every petal from my heart; With every look and every touch, Gently taking me apart. You know with every petal, You see right to my soul; But yet you pull them one by one, No longer am I whole. Now that the petals are all gone, With my defenses down; You see at last the tender heart, Of the fragrant rose you found. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996 ~ All Rights Reserved Sign Guestbook ~ View Guestbook MORE POETRY FROM ALLISON'S HEART SITE MAP OF ALLISON'S HEART CLICK HERE TO EMAIL THIS PAGE! Music is an original composition, of Night Angel, ©2000 and used with permission. Artwork is royalty free photo from Stock Stash.