Winsome Rose
She could have been the
Most DELICATE ROSE.
But a rose nevertheless
She was a BEAUTY
I suppose, a WINSOME rose
She was intrinsically mine.
By ELABORATE design
I AWOKE to a beauty
Well defined and QUITE DEVINE
OH yes REGAL and refined
Gazing upon her ESSENCE
There, one thousand SUMMERS young.
No ordinary rose
Gentle snowflakes and perfumes.
Every tender petal was
An obvious tribute to
Her true beauty
Lovely and overwhelming
I was consumed with
FEVERISH devotion
How PROFOUND, a PERFECT ROSE
A FLAMING beauty, I RESOUND
A precious JOY
I have found.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2015
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