Stems…

My heart is like the long stem of a beautiful rose
To get to the true depths of its splendor, you must be able to climb up high and long, and make it through the temoldous spikes that gaurd it.

And though it may appear frail and its beauty all encompassing… hidden in its luscious bosom are secret caves of wisdom, rivers of understanding and never-ending wells of love.

Climb high,
Hold tight.
Move past my thorns,
Past my defenses and walls,
And through my maze of soft incredibly complex layers… and delve into the beautiful fragrance that is me..

My heart is like the long stem of a wondefully beautiful rose and I often wonder who will attempt its climb…