Flower Of Passion

Flower Of Passion

Be still my love

A rose soft velvet to touch

It is a kiss you place upon my cheek

Words you need not speak

Flower of passion close to you

So too is my beating heart

A rose so sweet plucked fresh

Perfumed petals glistening of dew

So too like you my favorite work of art

A precious gift you give

Priceless not to measure

Be it now a flower pressed

In a book of verses

Your poem mine to always treasure.

~ BBark ~

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