A Poem For Rose

Here’s a short poem, submitted by one of our frequent visitors, Anastacia! What do you think?

I sat here, looking at the roses in the garden.
My garden.
I sat here and saw beauty.
Beauty, so tender, so fragile.
I sat here and saw pain.
Hooking pain, so deep, so strong.
I sat here and saw hope.
Hope to overcome, hope to lend my love to the world.
I sat here, looking at the roses in the garden.
And in that moment, I understood it all.
Beauty has its flaws.
But in flaws, perfection is found.