Beneath the Beauty
As in my garden blooms a beauty fair,
a crimson rose to brighten up this day.
The dew drops cleanse her face in morning air,
but hiding ‘neath her leaves her thorns betray.
While lying next to you in spousal bed
I gaze upon your sleeping face this morn;
a face so fair as rose of crimson red,
and I recall the beauty’s hidden thorn.
Rose how could you betray me as you do,
and carry on your tryst so damnably,
while thinking that your thorns would hide from view,
and that your face be only thing I see.
Beware the beauty of the crimson rose;
her hidden thorns may cause your love’s depose.
July 31, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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