Ode to Rose
Dearest lady, clad in velvet red, My cheeks are drunk of the wine from your ruby lips, Divine Oh, regal queen that reclines upon a satiny-cushioned bed, Queen of my heart, I humbly admire those rosy cheeks of thine and wish, oh how I wish that you are mine. Lady, Your body is a temple That stands in the midst of a moonlit garden, A pearly shrine, to pay homage to your soul With Daily pilgrimages by many lads and maidens Who honour you with deep reverence; Lady, night and day you torture me with your fragrance, Your exquisite yet intoxicating perfume that lingers in the air forever.. Sweet lady, with your pearly dewy smile and regal elegance.. Your essence poisons my heart with an immortal poisonous mystery Once you whispered your name to me.. But my memory fails..I can't remember. You have enchanted me with your beauty. Mary Aris(c)2002 ---2010 A.K.A. thegoldenpen )This is an Ode to my favorite bloom: The Rose Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 05:11 AM PST, Mary Aris • nature • love
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