Upon A Bed of Roses
An emotional masqueradeof feelings
not worth masking.
Yet not quite so afraid
to let them freely flow.
To sit upon a rainbow
and listen to the moon.
To marvel in the glory,
of basking in the sun.
To lie upon a bed of roses
not feeling a single thorn.
To awaken in the
midnight hour
to the warmth of your love.
ReNae © 1997