I smell the rose
Soft red velvet
Remembering…
When you came from behind
And slid it across my shoulderline
Its comforting scent
Smoldering me with love evidence
Nibbling my ear and curling me near
Gently lifting me up
And placing me down
Gaze to gaze
A promise was made
You willed not to stray
Now the petals ripped and stained
From a hand that carries teardrops
From eyes that witnessed your love cropped
Leaving truth outside the picture
The comforting memory
Is now a a wilted vapor
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