The rose and the pen are both alike.
They have to be held in your hand just right.
The beauty that is shown, is truly something amazing, wordsuttered captivate its action, like a rose does to beauty as if it were worn in the hair of a beautiful woman.

I can't get enough a love a complex melody of scents floating through the air into my nostrils I can smell your body a mile away. I know it’s on and you know it’s on. In my car you slide in as I hold the door open for you, and in your eyes you have that look.

I’m at a loss of words, a speech impediment, cruelty endured, since years of punishment. I’ve been a prisoner of war, for almost decade. Time has come and gone, the life in my body just seems to fade. Inside, I’m as solid as a rock, because reading great words, is like cement to a block.