'Her hair grows, as delicate petals of roses
from the deep inside,
to the rough outside.
The yellow rose grows
and shines from within
the strong power of a mythic woman.
And as the petals grow big, and many days pass by,
they become golden, golden as the memories of her time...
and they will fall over her skin to shimmer her porcelain skin
and forever hold the perfume of that love."
My Marylin Rose,