My rose

Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads,

but I follow them because I know where they lead.

Deep in a forest overgrown with trees

shrouded in darkness with rocks all about,

but can you see?

There is one

single

beautiful

Rose

Blooming in the roughs.

fighting her battle, and winning so far.

She's almost budded, nearly won the fight.

She needs a little help to get there, and thats why I travel

the rough and rarely tread roads,

for my Rose.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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