Love of a Rose

To have the love and sentiment Of man, a vibrant rose, Who courts with such a tenderness While striking such a pose. His flaming petals, soft and sweet, That gently brush my lips, A dashing leaf of lively green Has slyly swept my hips. His body tall and stiff with life, His stalk down through his stem, The shades of envy darken so, That he becomes a gem. His thorns, he wears them strong and proud Though lethal they appear, For thorns he bears to shelter me And rid me any fear. His velvet quivers in the breeze, Like dancing sheets on fire, Caress me love, from head to toe, And see what may aspire. For when a rose declares its love Its pollen it will share, So soft like dew drops over me, I am captive in his lair. Entangled leaf in leaf we are, My petals soft and pale, One jagged edge of you I feel So tender without fail. You trace my figure soft and slow For petals, they will break, But since you hold me warm and safe They’re only yours to take. So pick my petals, one by one, And let them flutter by, For all this world needs to survive Are roses, you and I.