Ma rose

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Ma rose. 

Si fragile et pourtant si féroce. Je ne crois qu'il n'y ait un nom qui t'irait aussi bien. Tu te tiens en avant, forte, puissante. Nul ne peut te vaincre. Je te vois, ma rose, insensible, impassable, un mur de fer autour de ton coeur. 

Mais ma rose, quand personne ne regarde, je te vois, courbée, presque qu'à genoux, tremblante. Ta façade tombée, tu te tiens, vulnérable. Nul ne sait que tu souffres. Mais, moi, je te vois. 

Je sais, je t'entends crier, et je te promets, ma rose, que je suis là, je te protège et je t'aime. 








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