Roses, though we don’t think of them that way,
Spiral up the walls of the castle made by love,
And growing amongst the brick and mortar
Like a reminder that love i a part of our nature
Serenely sitting within us as the sun rises,
Finding its full expression in the light of day,
Becoming our full secret in the dark of night,
And leaving a spectacular legacy as the sun sets.
Immense, fragrant flowers of crimson red
Herald the greater message as our blood boils
Filled with passion for that which we long.
Our desire comes in snippets of petals
As they drift on the breeze, slowly, one at a time,
Their scent wafting before us, leading us,
Helping us to find our way.
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