Perfect rose sunset frames your face
the stars have long since begun to rise
their haloed light glimmers in the distance.
Everything reminds me of you
and of that imagined time of forever
when the silken night beckons to us,
calls us to our imagined bed of roses.
My skin is flushed, infused with pink.
Your touch is imminently near.
Lover of the velvet smooth lips
I shiver whenever I think
of the fragrant essence of rose petals
strewn across a coverlet of white,
satin sheets of bright red invite us into bliss.
Oceans swim in your azure eyes
as I sail into the harbor of your arms.
I lay beside you at night my gifted friend
to soothe your lonely and furrowed brow
with a multitude of my passionate kisses.
Do you feel the Angel of the Moon as she
showers you with my warm caresses?
The white-silver of your brilliant hair
makes my fingers ache to touch its softness,
your crooked smile makes me want to play
Can I dance into your blazing light?
Can I hold you through the quick-fire night?
At Morning's blush will we emerge,
rise to the hope that imagined became our real.
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