Laila is a rose. It's good that she has a thorn. There are men that want her, and not all men are good. There are women that wish they were her, and not all women are good. Laila stands out from the crowd. She's planted around jealousy. She might say to the Lord which is her creator, "Lord, I don't understand why you put me here."
Her God would probably say to Laila, "Laila, my beautiful rose, be not afraid. They cannot destroy what I want made. You will remain and be beautiful until I say it's time for you to move away. I will move you and no hand will touch thee. I'm around you. Stay close to me."
Poem by Gail Nobles
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