Pedal of a Blue Rose

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    My mother was a beautiful rose. Rose, being a symbol of love. From that rose, another was developed. The outcome of a black and white love, that is now pure beauty.... a blue rose. Blue for the sad road I had to walk, and overcoming wha...

    My mother was a beautiful rose. Rose, being a symbol of love. From that rose, another was developed. The outcome of a black and white love, that is now pure beauty.... a blue rose. Blue for the sad road I had to walk, and overcoming what I thought was impossible, but also blue meaning love at first sight. There were times I watched my mother endure the blues, becoming sad, but she always held her head above her shoulders. I often tell myself "girl, this is where your strength within you comes from." To let the wrong man in your life can cause you to catch the blues, causing you to feel unwanted and used as ever, such a bitter, sweet sadness. Forgetting to make sure his sweet, precious rose is watered without love, and leaving her without any sunshine of affection, making her slowly wither and fade away. As time passed, I'd become worn, tired, and felt as if no life were left in me. One day, along came a man that claimed his new rose... me. He nurtured me with such care, picking up each pedal that had fallen, and as he did so, he promised never to let a pedal fall from his elegant, rare, blue rose ever again.

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