She was like a blooming rose
held together, perfectly composed
sometimes frayed, but never let it show
enticed by the essence she beholds.

I inhaled her deeply, every chance
she had me at first look but too a second glance
the way her smile shimmered had me entranced
it would be a lie to say I ever stood a chance.

Pedal by pedal our future fell in place
if only forever - could truly be the case
at night in dreams I can remember her taste
and the ambiance of candles on the fireplace.

A walking dream, perfect by all means
but sometimes "by all" isn't what it seems.