Jaime Montanez Salcedo
The Dried Red Rose
With lightest breezes breathes the silent eve,
While choicest memories in suspended sighs
Flow on, and in his thought does her vision weave,
Thus a passionate flame flashes in his eyes.
Before her call, he elates to receive,
With anxious expectations he gratifies,
Owning red rose wherein he does conceive,
Rendition of that love than ever dies.
So that his ardent love he wants to impart,