Her branch pricked him
It pierced his heart
Blood dripping
Love pouring out
As she would
Never allow
Any man to
Get too close
For pain remains
Still alive from
Many years ago
When she let
One soul pick
Her petals
Her beautiful
Tender rose 
Now singed
Edges blackened
From hurtful words
Now she stands
Alone with the
Most beautiful
Petals that have
Ever been seen
But too afraid
To love again
And soon she
Will die never
Giving the chance
To let another
Touch her beauty.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
09/16/2013
Who I am 
I can relate to your beautiful words
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thank you Tersia
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You have a such beautiful soul and heart, Terry …. you share it beautiful … and one of my favorite songs. Thanks for bringing beauty to my morning.
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anything for you my friend. I am just thrilled that I was able to do something small to brighten your day
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Thank you, Girlfriend .. my days are quite bright now .. when I’m free from pain – but your posts are so fantastic … your soul and heart carry so much wonderful stuff.
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oh thank you Vivi
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That’s beautiful Terry
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thanks so much Al!!!
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Hi Terry,
That is a wonderful post. What resonated with me are the lines, and I quote,
” For pain remains
Still alive from
Many years ago
When she let
One soul pick
Her petals”
Whose issue is it really?. The poet or the the other person who picked the petals? The very intention of picking would imply that the issue is of the picker. If that be so, how could the poet get over the pain and move on?
Shakti
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I am glad you enjoyed the poem my friend. Each person comprehends poetry according to their own life
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I love “The Rose.” Another dynamic poem. Keep ’em coming. Sandy
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thanks so much Sandy. big hugs
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Wonderful song, after the written ! Blessings dear xo
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thank you so much my friend
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