Wild Briar Rose
The red petals that whisper her desire
She is my rose amid the wild briar
Her velvet white reveals her loving heart
In breaths that linger on a summer’s night
To tempt the senses where love’s passions start
Imploring dreams to taste the buds delight.
My rose, that is pure white yet tipped with red,
She offers me her tender, sweetest kiss,
In silent words that lips have left unsaid,
She grants me peace within her loving bliss.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2011
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