Soul of a Rose

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

as pure a white

and undefiled

as the God she loves

so dear

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

as bright a yellow

as the sun and

stars, glowing softly

in the darkness

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

as pink as the dust

sprinkled on her cheeks

when the cold winter

sighs

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

her crimson blush at

each tender caress,

flushed face turning

in flirtatious modesty

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

her ruby lips calling

out my name at every breath,

as soft as

petals on my cheek

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

her scarlet heart

beats to the rhythm

of life as we go

together

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

burgundy stains on

my neck, grasping

at every breath

as she whispers

My love, she has the soul of a rose;

as black as the night

that hides her from me,

now and forever:

the great Unknown.