The Rose Woman

The Rose Woman

Elegantly standing on a long stem

The petals of her wisdom embellish her

Her wisdom shaped by an esoteric past

The colour of her petals is red like blood

Bright as cherries

Intense like passion

Her mysterious spirit delicately wrapped

Only few petals unfold, partly revealing the scent of her charm

Her romantic sensuality 

Her dual sexuality 

These can’t be seen at first

It takes time to uncover all that you can feel beside her

The wind of difficulties may blow one or two petals away

But many more stand in their place

The thorns on the stem are fierce and sharp

Guards of her realm

Thirty for the blood of unauthorised pickers

Protecting her from unworthy harvesters 

She is fed Divine dew 

Refreshing water droplets guide her bloom

Rare roses of everlasting beauty

Here and now

If you see these in you

You know the real value of you.