When you reach full bloom
Pushing through the entangled weed, the Rose struggled to find the room, with the crushing weight of weeds and vines, she couldn't start to bloom.
Then along came the poet, with words as sharp as knives, he cut away the weeds of doubt and gave her back her life
Free from entanglement, she stood up straight and tall, the poet helped in anyway, to the Rose he gave his all
He made sure she was watered, she was sheltered from the cold, he cleared the last weeds away, she grew up strong and bold
She saw no more cloudy days, she just basked in his loves Sun, he told her she was so beautiful, she knew she was the One
That One very special Rose, who's beauty was beyond compare, nutured into Rose like Goddess, by the poets love and care
Her petals as soft as Velvet, they glisten in the morning dew, she is so very special, of which they're are so few
I'm such a lucky poet, to find this wonderous Rose, I'll try my best to help her, I only hope she knows
I can sit and watch her, now she has the space and room, to grow on to be the greatest Rose, when her beauty has reached full bloom
The Kinky Poet
