How could I be so fortunate? You are the one I chose.
You fill my days and sleepless nights. You are to me a rose.
Your lips (soft petals) are rose red and velvet to my touch.
Your sweet fragrance fills my head. I want you oh so much.
Is it too forward to say my dear? You make my body harden.
You are to me a single rose growing in my garden.
Let me be a sun to you. Warming, calming, bright.
Let me taste your petals, ripe with dew and fill you with my light.
And though sweet lady, we have just met, I am not to you a stranger.
Hide from me your thorny side and shield me from all danger.
Come for me my darling. You are the one I chose.
To me you are my fantasy. To me you are my rose
just a simple poem I wrote once upon a time. Just a poem and not a very good one. Please enjoy and take no offense.
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