Winter Rose
I planted a winter rose , and cultivated the symbol of love. For these roses are
purely just,
for these roses are more than any I suppose.
My winter rose is but summer filled.
with moonlit walks and passion thrills.
For I am partial to song and dance.
Clearly guided by cherubs bringing romance.
For rose is my color and song, and rose is my lovers thong. Wrapping her in
thorns so sweet,
pricking her toes and binding her feet.
Rose was and is the flower of love,
blooming bright in its splendor.
what else can I ask for?
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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