"The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you...." -Sir Edmund Spenser
What is a rose that hasn't been said
Too many falter past seeing it's red
But that is too harsh for the soft pink
That I peer in its light wave and wink
Your solar eyes make each smile
No teeth to hide the glee of a child
Wrinkled blanket stretching for miles
Hug my bitten sides, bid stay awhile
Dew drops to where my wet feet stand
Holding a light that pours like hair strands
That May rain and cold clouds can't obscure
Camomile honey I inhale and carry sure
Of what the rose
In truth disclose
In layers of book each word I leaf
A cinder heart and sigh of relief
Blooming hearth I've seen you keep
Up the cool sleeve of every storm seeps
A love I stitch through every cliff and sleep
I'll hang on the thread wrapped round my hand
Tugging sunset back to shore sand
And lift up when the milky lid peels
In petals blessed and by kisses sealed
Your strength tapers to me as a whisper
Zest and scent remind me, I miss her
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