My Pretty Little Red Rose

All roads they say lead to Rome But this one was leading towards home A fiery storm brewing in fractions Ripples surge to thirstily kiss the river’s mouth for reactions The hubbub silenced with an inner raspy roar! This scenic drive, a famished lovers’ galore Latched securely and songful on the mountainous terrain Forecast for the voyage; torrential romantic rain There is more than one way, they say, to skin a cat Specials for today- heartfelt cuddles, sheltered pecks, fragrant whispers and that tender pat. The savouring of the pulpy gourmets roots the rhythm of lub-dub towards abrupt So much balminess in the ‘Beautiful’ carriage; hearts are bound to erupt! The night skies start to blanket over, home now, not so far The hero of my movie; that gracefully-embroidered sweet red star With the age of days in delight I would pose And each time my pinning eyes would grace my pretty little red rose...