The Last Rose
9-26-20 A Night of Passion and Desire
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…The Last Rose…
Love, like the last delicate petals of a budding rose,
Kiss me - wake me from my grey midnight dreaming,
Hold me before the first light of the day transposes
The breath of moonlight’s silver shadows teeming.
Tenderly, as the soft color of the rose, caress me
Brush away the thorns protecting my soft heart;
Cast off this spiny sheath of tears so I may see
Blossoms open – ecstasy you impart.
Embraces from the fragile rose fire ignite me
In the elegance of cherished vanishing blooms
Trace your fingertips along my bursting seeds
Rejoice for these last moments in the rose’s womb.
Then like the fragrance lingering in this fading rose,
Like the rapture tinged with love’s perfume
Leave your scent in a perfumed afterglow
And slowly fade into the morning gloom.
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