Yea, though you hide among thorns

XXXI Days of Poetry  (MMXII) - Day ∞

Yea, though you hide among thorns

You are my ripe perfect rosebud.

Your delicate petals open up to me,

Wet with your dew, sharply sweet.

Yea, though you hide among thorns,

Still shall I bend to you, and inhale

Your intoxicating fragrance.

Now and forevermore.

(picture: "Black Thorn, White Rose" by Thomas Canty)


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