I see a wild rose

Lovely to inhale

Over the green secluded nook

Vines and thorns unveil

The silent emotions of beauty

As it unfolds to me

Luring with warm thoughts

Watering with attention

Waiting for love to bloom

Filling one with sweet perfume

The feeling of fresh love’s

Aroma lifting high above

Although this rose thief can’t pick you

In my heart I will always find

The smell and my memory

Of a coy crimson rose.

Written to Sabrina Hunter, my first real love in 1995.

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