A FLOWER BEHIND A FLOWER
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I say I behold you are beautiful. You are beautiful
more than words can say, more lovely than I can relay, and from afar I admire you in silent gaze.
The moment I first saw you my heart leaped out of my chest, at which point I exclaimed; Can this
A perfect rose whos stem has not been cut, that basks daily in the sight of men, yet more radiant
than the sun. Whose beauty out shines a thousand roses of coloured fun. Yet no one can really
see this rose that stuns.
I have seen many beautiful flowers in my days and I have admired them all but you surpass them
all. Who would let such beauty as this go un-seen, who would let such flower go un-gathered? A
flower behind a flower!
I thank your creator for making a rose of such unrivalled beauty and my Creator for allowing me to
see the radiance of your beauty that is within. A beauty that comes from a place deep within where
no man has been.
May it be that you will allow me the honour to cut your stem and take you home with me where I
can parade you as my own and adore you in bridle piety and in spring uncover your veil among family
As my rose of passion and desire, daily I will water you with words of tender mist and shower you
with gifts of praise and bliss. Draw me in with the fragrance of your mystic, where I know my soul
will unite with its twin within.
And in time as peddles twine in love first found, our roses will become a bouquet of roses of our
making and design.
The Rose Series A poem by Meredith Meredith @ 2015