My Sacred Rose

My sacred rose

Draw me close

Entrench me in your sweet grasp

And fill my nostrils

With your sublime dose

For it is your fragrance 

That I crave.

So fragile your petals,

So slender your stalk,

So enchanting your colour,

And intoxicating your perfume.

Intimidated be not by the Sun

Nor even by the Gardener,

While you rest under my gaze.

Draw me to your bosom

And expunge all my pain.

Let me bask in your beauty,

For it is where...

My abode lies.

But why these thorns?

Why you gifted them to me?

I had dreamt of blithe

And not the pain

Look,

Now you make me bleed!

Your scent I'd sought

And sting I got

But the sweet nostalgia remains

As my heart-beats abate

And I evanesce away.

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

Great write! The metaphors have been well thought of. And I like the way the poem flows. The conclusion is very powerful too. Overall, a wonderful write. Great job mate!

[Marie Harrison]

Those prickly thorns that cause us to bleed once love has her grip on us, yet the pain is worth the price of finding true love. I enjoyed your beautiful poem very much. It spoke to my heart.

[Papercuts.Hate.You.Too]

Wow,i really like this write.
It's a great poem and I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.
-Brooke Madison