Rosebud, you are my favorite flower.
Your alluring odor has the power
To excite my every sense,
For your fragrance is so intense:
It causes my heart to dance.
You, special gift of romance!
As my nose is bewildered in your tip,
My mouth waters: longing to take a sip
Of the nectar you hold inside,
If only you would open wide.
As my nose ponders your extremity,
My lips feel the soft wonders of your head.
O rosebud, do come shed
Your petals in my bed.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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