The Promise of a Rose

terzanelle My love, my rose, your promise I embrace You are a mystery well-worth my lifetime. May what lies in our dreams come face to face? My heart holds a spot, well-secured, sublime let me be your gardener, gifted to prune. Your blooms I'll savor, now and on into prime. Some flowers are anxious, others - jejune. My rose, give me your trust to rest supine with this gardener who desires to commune. My soul's designed for you - one of a kind. just knock on my gate, my hope to fulfill; I welcome your heart to dwell in my shrine. Together love's fragrance we will distill. My love, my rose, your promise I embrace, say you'll be mine and God, grant us goodwill. May what lies in our dreams come face to face?