A Woman is Like a Rose
In hues of life, she softly grows,Each petal a tale, silently told.Through gentle strength, her grace flows,In gardens of dreams, she boldly holds.With thorns she guards her tender frame,Yet blooms with love, untamed, unscarred.In sunlight and shadow, she remains the same,A beauty profound, from the inside, starred.Her fragrance lingers in the air,A reminder of presence,…