The Rose . . .

Its beauty is bold but whispers softly.

It pierces the deepest part of my soul, 

and on any day the scent of it has the ability to make time pause.

We often criticize that the rose bush has thorns,

but perhaps we are not seeing that the thorn bush has roses.

And in life if there were no pain, would we recognize the beauty?

Until tomorrow . . .
Love, Kim
XO