Behold a Rose
Behold a rose. Perfection in thy embrace.
Thistles dull against my skin, no blood to stain the taste.
Impressions of heaven and undying fair color,
Bounded with heart and hope to discover.
Portraying life and death, and a shallow blood red whispered hot breath,
seen through all of morality ⁸and time.
So lovely, as is also so harmoniously sweet and divine.
Your hue and your scent of soft wispy red,
Lingers long in my senses, as you garden the fences,
And grow with heavenly pride in your bed.
Stand tall and stand true, as you unfailingly do,
To beckon my eye to your beauty.
For You i will pick, and ask for a kiss,
From your crimson moist pedaled soft lips.
And give back to you, a love passing through,
Our minds and our hearts here anew with sweet bliss,
That shone in my eyes the light of a morn sky..
Keep it close to your soul, This garden that’s full,
But emptied of only one perfect red rose,
its gift I bestow, my love won’t forgo,
The petal you hold , it’s color so bold
In its simple gift you perpetually hold.
To my spirit as our love wanders on through.