Poetry

You intrigue me, my little rose, grown with the thrones of humanity , but still instilled with the beauty of colour. A beauty that cannot be mistaken or taken away from you. For we are blessed by Eros,Emerged by Cupid and guided by Venus in a garden prone to wither and die in the soil of hardship. Most would choose to skip the seed of friendship, planting the invisible that they wish to bear but we were charmed with the blooming of said bond into a new feeling that cannot be compared. I see you little rose in my black and white world , I see danger, adventure , life a feeling that can only be returned with loyalty, trust and unity combine into the colour I'm so drawn to. Red.