The Petals of a Rose

Like a summer breeze in winter’s air

Pale skin and a smile upon her face.

She glides softly within my thoughts

Like fingers upon fine lace.


Her eyes like fire and lips that seem so soft

From across the table I watched with awe.

Her voice so clear and laughter true

In memory my nerves so raw.


From thinking thoughts of past encounters

And wishing her so close.

Yet happiness is simply being near

The petals of a rose.


A fleeting touch  I cannot forget.

A brazen reach of a finger there.

To caress her skin so briefly done

 Hopes to tell her how I care.

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