A hand planted rose bush,
Blossomed into promiscuous posters;
False advertisements
Of the beauty hidden deep
Battling its exterior demons
That never conquered blueprints of the heart
To acquire the treasure sheltered inside.
An ancient myth of faint wedding bells
That toll within cathedrals deemed haunted
By locals whom never stepped within
It blooms undetected
An undisclosed location,
Concocted of dreams and fears; purgatory
Bred by the breathe of inquiring women
Who failed to chisel beauty,
On statues of good men,
God built to protect wedded vows.
Entangled in gardens of overgrown roses
That prick fear into those who seek love
For it’s waits patiently
Hidden just passed their thorns
Within the bosom of a discolored rose bush
Ingrown;
Coveted in a small fracture
Of a weather ridden statue; undiscovered
Awaiting patiently to be understood
And deeply appreciated
For if men were Gods…
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