My rose

You are like a classic rose
Full of colour and warmth
A swirl of scarlet sweetness
With a nice perfume

I would have you in a golden vase
Or tangled spontaneously in my hair
Somewhere you are safe
Somewhere you can gleam

I would gently pluck away your thorns
Though their points draw blood on my fingertips
Just to leave you smooth and clean
I would brush soft kisses on your velvet petals
My lips willing a continuous bloom

You are like a classic rose
But an unsustainable source of beauty
When your petals desert your core
I shall still love you, perhaps even more
I’ll keep your limp form near my heart
Until the day were forced to part.