Our Romantic Week
My love is a rambling rose
She holds me close and tight
Entwines within my willing arms
Our passion, it grows and grows.
My love is an orchid’s bloom
Made of love-born poetry
Divine in form and sweet to smell
I breathe her musked perfume.
My love is a passing butterfly
Marbled White, she takes me in her wings,
Her beauty silences me –
I look, I love….. I sigh.
My love is the midsummer sun
Her warmth is the gift of life
Brilliant, bright, nature’s special light;
Darkness, despair, are all undone.
My love is a far-flung star
Sparkles in a timeless way
With mystery and curious charms
Distant, yet never far.
My love rests within my caring arms
We’re sharing secrets and special words,
Holding each other closely tight –
Both lost in our love-struck charms.
My love and I lie, cheek to cheek,
Our love is certain and now complete;
We’ve done it all, so it’s time to part –
We enjoyed that one, romantic, week.