I could stare
into the recesses of a rose
forever.
There is something
so alluring
about layers.
About a slow
unfurling.
Something that requires
patience,
a pause,
opportunity to
ponder.

Layers reveal design,
depth.
They suggest
there’s always more
than meets
the eye.

The rose,
more than any other flower,
symbolizes love.

Love.
Requires patience,
a slowing,
opportunity to ponder.

Love.
Designed with depth,
intentionally
more than meets the eye.

And it all starts
as a bud.
Tightly sealed.
And no one can be sure
of it’s potential
inside
till the layers
begin to
unfurl.