Afternoon in the Rose Garden

A rose garden-peaceful, light,

And thoughts of you, invited, come

In splendor, like the rose,

So beautiful, it’s essence bright.

What color should I name my love

Purest white, or deepest red,

Brilliant yellow like the sun,

Or baby pink and innocent?

Perhaps the orange, all gaily dressed

Like festive parasols in a row

That line the boardwalk in the sun,

Where bathers sit to shade their heads.

Or no, then like the lavender

Pale and quiet, soft and silent,

Fragranced lightly in it’s breath,

All delicate lace, it’s petals fragile.

All lovely scents, all beauty formed

Of nature’s choicest vibrant color

In newest bud or aged bloom

Everywhere I look, I see the wonder.

And then I see you in a rose,

Growing quietly among the rows.

The deepest pink -- a blushing bride

Is not as lovely as this one’s pride,

Which blooming fully in the sun,

Brings you to mind, my dearest one.

It’s fragrance light, it’s blossoms free,

It’s buds coiled tight, it’s leaves deep green.

I see your neck, so soft and fair

So graceful, in it’s petals there.

Within a bloom so perfectly,

I see your face, your smile for me.

And as I touch the velvet side

Of petals opened full and wide,

I see your form in beauty laid,

Your grace before me on your bed.

I want to spend eternity,

Drinking in the sight I see

Before me in the darkened room,

Your loveliness, a rose in bloom

As deeper into me you cling

With every movement as I bring

That cup of water you so desire

I feel, then join your inner fire.

I hear your moan in pounding breast

As our two hearts approach the crest

As higher unto heaven’s state

We climb, until we reach the gate

Of purest bliss, and in that place

With I in you and you in me --

We melt into each other’s heat.

As one pure rose of deepest pink,

The deepest pink

The one I chose,

My sweetheart‘s face,

My darling rose.

Flowtrvlr

©2002