ROSE

She held the soft rose,

That my lover gave.

Cupped in her hands,

Across her young face.



The rose as white,

As her tender skin.

With her nose impaled,

To the fragrant sin.



Back and forth, around her eyes.

So gentle with petals,

Ever precious she tries,

To hold them.
 
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Forte" by Lulu Publishing