A Rose

A rose
its fragrance sweet
its color a deep red
to match the crimson
in the sunset we view
from our little corner of the world

I hold this flower
gently touching
the velvety petals
as you hold me
gently in your arms

I realize how much
like this rose
I am
soft to touch
yet if handled roughly
the thorns are there
to protect my fragile heart

With you, though
I've no need
for sharp thorns
to protect me...
I let down my defenses
with you, dear
basking in the love
you so freely give

The rose falls to the ground now
as we embrace
two lovers
silhouetted by the setting sun

ShelPoems (c) 1990



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