CARESS
Bluelighter
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Today I walked through a rose garden in my mind. My entire being yearned to escape the drudgery of the day. This rose garden was the keeper of the most brilliant colors and scents. Each rose held within its petals boundless magic.
I held the tiniest pink bud in my hands for a moment, not daring to pluck it. For if I did, I would disturb the smallest fledgling fairy who was enjoying the boundless gifts of her dream world.
I wandered further and spotted a rose crimson as blood. Within its folds was a ruby tenderly cradled. I, again, dared not pluck it. My hesistance was for fear of damaging a perfect stone.
As I continued my journey, I spotted the most beautiful white rose. I approached and tenderly and peered inside. This rose was the keeper of a perfect strand of pearls. They seemed so at peace in their white satin bed that I left them for others to enjoy.
My stroll was coming to an end as I approached the gate. I paused for a moment
to savor my regret at leaving this beautiful scene. I was grateful for this journey, amazed at the beauty I'd witnessed, and sad to leave it behind.
Suddenly I caught sight of the last rose bush. It was the keeper of only one single rose. This rose was tattered and grey. Yet it was not dead. The many past storms this flower had weathered were obvious on each of its petals. I doubted its center held any treasures, but my curiousity bade me to look. To my surprise, it held a small diamond engagement ring.
At first, I couldn't imagine why such a beautiful symbol of love would be encased in the most unattractive of all the flowers. Then, it occurred to me that this flower had not always been weathered. At its earliest beginnings, I imagined that it was as beautiful and vibrant in color and scent. Over time, life's storms had stolen its beauty, and yet the symbol of love remained.
Is the same not true for many love relationships? Beneath the storms and disagreements, sometimes love survives. None of us are perfect, yet together there are times when beautiful things are possible.
I gently reached out and plucked this rose. One might ask why I chose this flower of all in the garden. In time the beauty of the others would fade and be replaced. But this rose of love would outlast time. I carried it out of the garden caressing it gently. I was secure in the knowledge that I had chosen the most treasured flower of all.
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[This message has been edited by CARESS (edited 08 September 2000).]
Today I walked through a rose garden in my mind. My entire being yearned to escape the drudgery of the day. This rose garden was the keeper of the most brilliant colors and scents. Each rose held within its petals boundless magic.
I held the tiniest pink bud in my hands for a moment, not daring to pluck it. For if I did, I would disturb the smallest fledgling fairy who was enjoying the boundless gifts of her dream world.
I wandered further and spotted a rose crimson as blood. Within its folds was a ruby tenderly cradled. I, again, dared not pluck it. My hesistance was for fear of damaging a perfect stone.
As I continued my journey, I spotted the most beautiful white rose. I approached and tenderly and peered inside. This rose was the keeper of a perfect strand of pearls. They seemed so at peace in their white satin bed that I left them for others to enjoy.
My stroll was coming to an end as I approached the gate. I paused for a moment
to savor my regret at leaving this beautiful scene. I was grateful for this journey, amazed at the beauty I'd witnessed, and sad to leave it behind.
Suddenly I caught sight of the last rose bush. It was the keeper of only one single rose. This rose was tattered and grey. Yet it was not dead. The many past storms this flower had weathered were obvious on each of its petals. I doubted its center held any treasures, but my curiousity bade me to look. To my surprise, it held a small diamond engagement ring.
At first, I couldn't imagine why such a beautiful symbol of love would be encased in the most unattractive of all the flowers. Then, it occurred to me that this flower had not always been weathered. At its earliest beginnings, I imagined that it was as beautiful and vibrant in color and scent. Over time, life's storms had stolen its beauty, and yet the symbol of love remained.
Is the same not true for many love relationships? Beneath the storms and disagreements, sometimes love survives. None of us are perfect, yet together there are times when beautiful things are possible.
I gently reached out and plucked this rose. One might ask why I chose this flower of all in the garden. In time the beauty of the others would fade and be replaced. But this rose of love would outlast time. I carried it out of the garden caressing it gently. I was secure in the knowledge that I had chosen the most treasured flower of all.
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[This message has been edited by CARESS (edited 08 September 2000).]
