Blooming Rose

By Melanie Miller

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.

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