Red Rose

Give me a red rose, fill each petal with your love. Allow the tenderness of your eyes to peruse the pastel approvingly. Give me a red rose, as deep and passionate in colour as can be found. Let it run across my cheek, falling with your hand like a star. Give me a red rose, straight from the garden in your soul. Nurtured with the light of your eyes, the beats of your heart. Give me a red rose, that depicts the passing hours in your arms. Not as a blase' depiction of love. It is a metaphor. It is the blossoming of beauty. Give me a red rose, leave the thorns attached. Don't avoid the cuts and pain - they will heal letting the stem hold tighter to the smile. Give me a red rose, I'll give you eternity. A speckled sparkle in a raindrop that clings to the colour. A moment that lives for eternity, beyond the vessel.