Exquisite Rose Among Others
Within a garden bower we spent hours,
enjoying conversation and then a slow dance.
A prelude that we knew would lead to romance.
There's a craving, a yearning in our eyes,
as if we're hypnotized by our amorous flirtation.
Our glances are sparked by smouldering embers,
remembrances of desired remnants of passion...
Flames of a fire that will burn until it's sated.
"You are the most exquisite rose among others,"
His words laid claim to my wanton heart
as he softly whispered them into my ear.
There's a harvest of love we've yet to reap,
ignited tonight in this garden of love.
Deep and lonely have been our nights,
blighted from a season of cold and empty arms.
Together again, this time we'll not let go.
The longing is now fulfilled with belonging.
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