The smell of the rose*
Intuitions of feeling more deep than the sea
It all is encased in the magic of She
Transcending the time that She spends in this place
Outpouring of blood filled with passion and grace
The smell of the rose and all flowers in bloom
As life becomes measured, all doubts are entombed
Intuition, the feeling transcendent, She bears
She learns of the magic that guides as it cares
A useless endeavor 'tis not, for She knows
The sense of the wonder, the smell of the rose
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