The Rambling Roses

I can still feel your fingers,
upon my chest,
The warm embrace,
and tenderness,
The beauty,
of our sweet caress,
As we chase away,
the loneliness,
The kiss of your lips,
is so divine,

You're the rambling rose,
on my heart entwined,
Your scent takes me there,
Time after time,

I gaze in to your eyes,
as you pull me closer,
pull me in,
Can you feel my pulse,
under your skin?
as you take me,
further and deeper in,

My breath on your neck,
Intensifies,
And a teardrop,
falls from my eye,
You see the love,
I hold inside,

You're the blood red rose,
wrapped around my heart,
And you touch my lips,
with a gentle kiss,
As we hold each other,
in a moonlight mist,
This is a shortened time,
with a distant wish,

Two hearts entangled,
with a blood red rose,
In a burning fire,
and a sparkling glow,
As we reach for the stars,
then lose control,
I look in to your eyes,
and see your soul,

A gentle sight,
as I touch your skin,
You turned away,
as I pulled you in,
Look in these eyes,
see deep within,
Can you see my heart,
scarred and bleeding,
my soul is pure,
with no hurt or sin,

The dreams that we have,
will be reality in time,
creating the vision,
not far down the line.

Copyright © 2011 John Bevan