My beloved has a sweet and secret rose.
A flower hidden from the view
Of all
But,
Sometimes she allows me
To see the beauty of its petals
And the beauteous bud within
Its sweet center.
When I am allowed by my love I press
My lips to that sweet flower,
And,
Like bee, butterfly, or hummingbird,
Sip the heneyed nectar that drips within.
So sweet, so sweet....
Not just the huney that drips,
But,
The love that asks me to taste
And sample the sweetness of her secret rose.
I close my eyes and I can see, taste,
And feel,
The petals of the rose against my cheeks,
And,
The taste of the honey of her love
Upon my tongue.
Donovan Baldwin
