I see a wild rose
Lovely to inhale
Over the green secluded nook
Vines and thorns unveil
The silent emotions of beauty
As it unfolds to me
Luring with warm thoughts
Watering with attention
Waiting for love to bloom
Filling one with sweet perfume
The feeling of fresh love’s
Aroma lifting high above
Although this rose thief can’t pick you
In my heart I will always find
The smell and my memory
Of a coy crimson rose.
Written to Sabrina Hunter, my first real love in 1995.
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