Red Roses
The flowers sit as a blooming sea of red
the sort I love - Red Roses.
It reminds me of the time
a loved one gave me a single red rose
that would have been picked, maybe, from
a place such as this one.
An open piece of land,
only inhabited by these
beautiful bunches of petals and
the grass that swarms around.
The unpure ones not letting one grain of earth
in which the beauties live in be seen.
My eyes, drawn by the magnificence, urges me
to pick one.
To reach out and steal a soul from its home.
No, I will not.
I shall only admire them with fascinated eyes;
I shall only smell them where they lay.
Not in these lustful hands.
I shall sit with them and rest.
Rest my eyes, my body,
rest my soul.
I shall join those perfect trails in the ground
that gives the strength to grow.
I shall lie in the sweet perfumed bed
of Red Roses and rest.
