To Tend

She laid in her rose til the gesture of another did not wilt her petals

Prints of truth and purity in which dejurently penetrated the bloom

To lift her eyes to the enthusing fondness

A harmonious awakening, a realization that she and they are not alone

The waiting for an ineffable union to be-one day over

Inevitable she was not rendered

Inferred she became within her rose

Dejection not being her driven technique

This being her oasis away from dehumanization

Her comfort in another not having to be exactly the same-but could see her truly for what she is-for what she feels

Waiting for that divine commence with a smile-surrounded by her red petals

Outside she knows of inequity

To be human-is to fallible

Her petals are her strives-to uninfest herself

To find infiniteness within flesh-an ordeal and home another to be fearless of her heart

Opulence beyond the shoal

The tender to tend the tendril spirit

Relying to herself for extracting the world's dismal

From this foreshadowing world-within focus through the flux-he was flushed to her

Endeavor was known-an endorsement of confluence became

Thankfully she will never be the same