Rose

Rose—will you tell me their secrets? No! Please let them kiss And not tell— For hearts, so helpless With spell, Should be left Breathless and panting, Wanting for more, Of blossom paths— Velvet petals that soar… Divine source Of intimate hour, You are most The intimate flower, For hearts already inclined To explore Secret places By intimate touch defined— Let them be Dear Sun, Turn out the light— And sweet Moon And Stars, Hush with Night…