Love Poems
Denisa
Denisa
She is as delicate as a red rose enfolded by the night,
But beware, for every rose has it's thorns
Which not only guard the rose but makes it's beauty
All the more desirable
The dew drops on the rose's petals reflect the moon's silver light
And sparkle like the onyx which shines in her dark eyes
Like the rose, her scent flows upon the night wind
And lingers gently and sensuously in the mind
The petals of the rose are smooth and velvety like her skin
And a single touch of her hand and lips lingers for a lifetime
Her color and beauty excites passion in all who see her
But beware, for the lady has her thorns…
-Les Monet-
Denisa
She is as delicate as a red rose enfolded by the night,
But beware, for every rose has it's thorns
Which not only guard the rose but makes it's beauty
All the more desirable
The dew drops on the rose's petals reflect the moon's silver light
And sparkle like the onyx which shines in her dark eyes
Like the rose, her scent flows upon the night wind
And lingers gently and sensuously in the mind
The petals of the rose are smooth and velvety like her skin
And a single touch of her hand and lips lingers for a lifetime
Her color and beauty excites passion in all who see her
But beware, for the lady has her thorns…
-Les Monet-
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Denisa
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