When Does a Rose...

When does a rose know she's a rose?

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When does a rose know she's a rose,
At what point will she know how beautiful she is.

When will the brilliance of her vibrant colors
enlighten her own existence with the truth of her wonder?

Does she look down and only see thorns,
Or down below that at the earth, dark and cold?
Not realizing that she is high upon the pedestal where such a beauty belongs.

Is the sweet aroma of her essence not evident to her own nostrils; is she oblivious to the
attraction of such a delicacy?

Although beaten continually by the wind and the rain, ice or heat, as she journeys upward, is it
felt by her that the elements have only scarred her, or does she realize that all of that helped
her to become the awesome passionate blossom she is.

How could she possibly see how beautiful a wonder she is?

She can see it now, or anytime thereafter, if only she would look upon her own reflection
within my admiring eyes.

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