Rose’ love
Red hot
It was not
White cold
They felt quite bold
Sip Chilled and never spilled
Rosette blush upon the cheeks
Had taken more than weeks
Surprised by silly charm
Finally in an arm
It did not matter what the affair
Slow to care
Swoosh of mouth
It Never went south
Puckered face
Settled about the place
With an invisible crown
A dance in the middle shade
Rose’ love finally conveyed
Waiting to see
Will he take a knee
Clink of the glasses
Time passes
Clear cool pink
Not too sour
Or too sweet
Rose’ love
Sent from above
A slow to passion treat
Was never quite beaten by other tasty heat