Rose agsin

 I hold the rose to my chin, can almost taste it, as sweet as it is,The fragrant petals teasing my lips, it's so tender, so soft, I ache to kiss, this love, this deep desire, frail in my hands ,so I dare not hold it too closely, love has thorns,  small sacrifices we make how sometimes, we need to bleed to prove our worth, the scenth

 So sweet, this Rose, potent, tasting it with the tip of my tongue, licking off the drips of rain from each fold, this Rose, this love, this tender device that haunts me even when I can no longer hold it near, a memory I can't shed, do not want to, wishing  instead to plunge deep into it, to feel its consume me, love like a rose, for which I believe