Bring me a rose
Crimson red
A satin emblem
Of your journey
But not unless
It’s soaked in effort
The laborious result
Of a marathon weathered
A trial by fire.
Bring me a rose
An everlasting symbol
Of your unwavering commitment
Drowned in the thorns of days gone by
Petal by petal
A perfume
A mountain to climb
Fine wine to taste.
Listen to your master
But not at the expense
Of experience
Persistence
Love.
He too has pains.
Scars.
Bring me a rose.
By Raymond Enisuoh
Paulo Coelho
See:http://www.paulocoelho.com.br/engl/
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