The Red Rose

A beautiful new day,
A new bright beginning,
I stretch my arms wide open,
to embrace this new morning,

I see pearly dewdrops,
hugging a rose, so red.
Its beauty, so appealing,
gently, warmly i caressed.

The wet blooming petals,
a lovable sensation to my fingertips.
The honeyed, unique fragrance,
a divine pleasure to my nostrils.

The glowing bewitching redness,
a rising temptation, i surrender,
Beauty adorned with tiny thorns,
so perfect, Oh! freeze it forever.

As a swift morning breeze,
wavered the fragile rose slightly.
Silently, i kissed it,
a tender sad goodbye, so softly.

The rosey velvetty softness,
a warm cold touch, my lips felt.
With a dewdrop, the rose parted,
as if a token of love returned.