My Love's

My love’s a dusky grape hid on the vine. I find his sweet bouquet in desire’s wine. My love’s an envied rose plucked tenderly. I cling to him, for I’m his honeybee. My love’s a road that winds behind green hills. I’m led to new delights. . .his secret rills. My love’s a letter penned with passion’s gust. I read his eyes and see the soul I trust. For Rick Parise's 5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme Poetry Contest