November 27, 2010 | Poem
Blooming Rose
When you look into my eyes, you see a blooming rose, before you.
When you embrace me, you feel a desire only you can feel and know.
When you kiss me, you feel my lips that feel like a rose petal.
When you inhale my sweet fragrance, it is the scent of a rose.
You see me standing before you, in your dreams, and you see me holding a flower,
of red.
You smile at me instead of brushing away the vivid dream and you look at me once again,
holding onto that smiling flower and then you will realize, that I am your blooming rose, you sought for,
all along.
the end