Petal Poem by ENOCH JOHN

She smells like a thousand petals
Of roses crushed to extract
The scent of a lifetime.
Her beauty sublime bewitches great men;
Another Eden to tempt the sons of men sore,
To bring them to the brink of desire
And unfulfilled ecstasy.

There is something special about her;
Eyelashes that attempt to hide
The romantic beauty of tranquil eyes
A gaze that mesmerizes the soul
And holds one in silent captivity.
Yes, hers is a quiet beauty
That stirs the innermost parts of a man,