To love a rose
You must respect it
It's head, rich in colors
Reds, light to deep
A blossomed beauty
It's graceful neck
Sensual in form
Leads to the thorns
Green and sharp
A testament of life
It's stem, holds scars of growth
But it's mind, something to beholden
Taken as a whole
It is gentle in its morning wake
Reaching for the sun
Warm, loving and needful
A peaceful existence
Seeking only love
Taste, drink with tongue
Tease it's water of life
Run your fingers down its stem
Slide between the thorns
Hold the neck
Place it's head
To protect, groom
Lightly passion it's spine
Give it's deepest reds
Color it's head
Be it's support
And it's place to grow
Pamper it's always time
Long legs divide
Kisses deliver time
It's nectar, true
I love you