A Ruth like a Rose.
He could only perceive her thorns.
Her petals,
Blossomed forth,
Red and Violet.
Her extravagance,
He was blind to.
As she reached,
Beyond his flesh,
To his soul.
But his heart,
Like a winter wonderland.
Cold and unopened,
Would only allow,
His gaze to be fixed.
Upon her thorns.
YOU ARE READING
His love for Me: My love for her
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