If My Heart Were A Rose Garden

If my heart were a rose garden I would pick one satin rose everyday, for my ravishing ruby beloved, whose heart beats in delicate violets, whose gaze sings me lavender lullabies, whose touch I crave like someone dying in Sahara, whose face I miss the most, on days twisting and turning as a meandering melancholic river, and on numb nights, I am left empty as a poignant porcelain vase. Oh my vanilla scented beauty, come make me beam under your gasping glory, awaiting you to wrap these parched heartbeats in your shimmering shadows. Oh my sepia smudged sweetness, spaces within my dotted scribbles crave your presence, come be my destiny in epilogue of eternity, where you and I, will be a story spun in splendour -- flowing freely in cocooned calligraphic elegance.