Still A RosebyKevsta©
Surrounded by dark, undercover of night,
You are dimly diffused in the lack of my sight,
And the scent of perfume, the most fragrant on breeze
Flips my memory over the past thirty years.
In the spring buds a rose, perfect-pink, and demure
Provocative curves adding spice and allure
To the promise of beauty. The light petalled tips
Hinting secret delights for a brush of their lips.
As I come to my senses, the fingers of dawn
Take their temporal grasp, as I struggle to yawn,
And in turning my head, I distinguish your shape
In such palpable pose, it is forced to dictate
That the travels of time have pushed you through your bloom
Though the scent of my dreams still abounds in this room.
Now your petals have fallen, reminding my sight
How I ache and I long for the cover of night.