The Woman I Love
She had asked me to go buy a different colored wine
but as I knew wine, I knew what she wanted was a paler shade of red
I remember her walking in the room a black rose pinned on her head
her with the clear jade green piercing eyes...stunning
Skin soft as the sprays of falling rain
cheeks smooth with the color of summer rose petals
a soft small chin delicately sculpted to sense the drops of rain
she captured my heart,
if she follows the wind, wherever it blows, I’ll follow her I said
Not many women can cajole men with a smile
seductively human, never needy, but always giving from her heart
she might be a siren one moment as she sings from her soul
the next she’s a strong voice on the pedestal of reason
Not many like her in this world of selfishness and deceitful ways
like any romance of love, one runs in with significant expectations
oftentimes it’s more like running into a buzz saw of pain
which can be difficult to extricate oneself
In this case, plain rain nourishes the black rose's love
whose kisses embrace my mind like a mild cloudy mist
love blooms within me as I feel the strength of your kiss
black rose petals fall under the touch of your lip’s caress
Your tears dropping with compassion for the world touch me
affection overflows from your heart
my good fortune is that you love me
and I cannot but adore you.
Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2023
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