The Tea Rose

Why is there such a swirl of beauty when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so cute seem so sexy?

So un-believable?

So much a rose.

Why is there such a feeling of gaiety when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so small seem so large?

So un-controllable?

So much a rose.

Why is there such a beating of the heart when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so strong seem so delicate?

So un-deniable?

So much a rose.

Why is there such a moment of desire when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so simple seem so complex?

So un-definable?

So much a rose.

Why is there such a renewal of innocence when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so common seem so rare?

So un-obtainable?

So much a rose.

Why is there such a nostalgia of romance when you think of a tea rose?

Why does something so innocent seem so mature?

So un-touchable?

So much a rose.