The Rose in the desert

Her heart’s beauty I saw,

The spirit of a fighter lived in her,

She gave up not,

She cried herself to sleep at times,

A beautiful smile she woke up with.

She had the most beautiful heart I ever saw,

Yet so fragile,

She loved with a love so pure and so strong,

She would sacrifice her dreams to stay with the ones she loved,

She wondered why roses had to have thorns.

She was a rose in the desert,

She endured it all and still remained beautiful,

She loved unconditionally,

She gave and expected nothing in return,

In all circumstances, she gave thanks,

Thanks to God.

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Author: janrebekah

fun, social and talented, Aquarius ;-)

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