Rose
By:  Matt Ferraro

Soft petals open to the morning light
Sweet fragrance permeating from the center
Attracting the eye; my sense
I fly to it like a bee.
Grasping for this beauty
PAIN! Thorns burying deep
Crimson life blood flows from my finger tip
I sit sucking my finger.
Looking at this beauty from afar,
Learning. This is better from afar.
Sun rising again
And again soft petals open to the morning light.