Slowly pulling petals, From a sweet and fragrant rose; Watching them fall from my fingertips, Like winter's falling snow. Knowing that each petal, Protect's the rose's heart, Still I pull them one by one, Gently taking it apart. Then when the petals are all gone, The last one on the ground; I see at last the tender heart, Of the fragrant rose I found. Just as slowly you are pulling every petal from my heart; With every look and every touch, Gently taking me apart. You know with every petal, You see right to my soul; But yet you pull them one by one, No longer am I whole. Now that the petals are all gone, With my defenses down; You see at last the tender heart, Of the fragrant rose you found.
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