Bed of Roses
That perfect day
When we first met
Though cold and windy
Holds no regrets
The connection was forged
The desires were strong
Flirtatious glances
From hearts with longing
The crescendo builds,
And the passion starts
Anticipation meets
Long after dark
And the bed of roses
On which we lay,
The sheets now cold
But the feelings remain
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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