Red Rose

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 whispered breath,

 seen through all time.

So lovely, as is also so harmoniously divine.

Your hue and 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 the eye to your beauty.

You i will pick, and ask for a kiss,

From your crimson moist lips.

And give it to you, as love passes true,

Our minds and our hearts here anew with sweet bliss.

Keep it close to your soul, The gardens not full,

But emptied of the perfect red rose,

its gift I bestow, my love won’t forgo,

The petal you hold keeps close what I’ve told.

In its simple gift you perpetually hold.

To my spirit as our love wanders on through.