Tending now a weathered rose, withering,
replanted in loves fertile soil.
Hoping she regains her strength,
nurturing with tender care.
Filling her vessel with kindness,
feeding the stem with vital nutrients.
Recovering slowly, her color returns,
returning to the radiant beauty of yesterday.
Fallen petals grow anew,
regaining there former luster.
Time is what she needs,
just for one to show he cares......
and tend to her with loving kindness....
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