Roses are red,
my love is true,
I'll never forget,
the day we met,
In front of the cathedral,
amidst the gargoyles,
you caught my eye,
and I knew,
Our love was meant to be,
as strong as stone,
defying the test of time,
but now you're gone,
And all that's left,
are the memories,
as I stand all alone,
in front of the cathedral.
***
Rabbit
He scurries
Across the rose bushes
Nimble and quick
In and out of shadows
Autumn leaves whisper
***
Beneath the light of moon,
I write of love and roses;
Of bats that flit beneath the roof,
Of purring cat that shares my bed.
I think of you, your book of shadows,
And how I long to be with you;
I record our every tryst;
The moments we're one,
The hours we're apart.
Beneath the light of sun,
I read of love and roses;
I see the thorns that prick my heart,
And yet I know, beneath the dark of night,
You'll come to me, and we'll be one.
***
A temple of roses,
A place of feasts,
Lobsters and scallops,
Salmon and more,
All covered in sweetness,
A delight for the senses,
A place where love blooms,
And happiness abounds,
A temple of roses,
A feast for the eyes,
And a hell for the soul.
***
Roses are red,
flames are blue,
my heart is yours,
our love is true.
Now it seems
that things have changed
and love is a game
that we both wasted.
***
A bouquet of roses,
On a Thursday morning,
Is a sight to behold,
And a memory to cherish.
The fragrance of the roses,
The beauty of the blooms,
The colors of the petals,
All come together to create
A moment of perfection,
A time to be treasured,
A memory to hold dear,
Of a moment,
When the world was right,
And love was in the air.
***
She loves the smell of roses
In the morning dew
And the way they make her feel
Is something new
She loves to travel
To see new places
And the way they make her feel
Is something special
She loves the way her woman
Makes her feel complete
And the way they make her feel
Is something sweet