Like A Rosebud He reminds me of a rosebud. Something small that grows. And even when covered in mud. Beauty and intelligence it shows. Thorns to protect it's fragility. But not hurtful enough to kill. Deep red for love and sensuality. It makes the people stand still. To be comparing a guy to a rose. It might seem a little humorous. But seriously, wherever he goes. The looks he get are numerous. He might be more than a flower. But angel is still underestimating. He gets more beautiful every hour. Imperfect perfection he's creating. Unfolding till you see the core. Like a rose, no fear to show. It's something they'd pay for. He doesn't need light to glow. No rose is identical to the one he is. His entire beauty you cannot pluck. Nobody's intelligence is like his. And just like that, I was love struck.
