Harlequin Rose

Morning Glories

She awakens...
lovely as always
and slowly she opens up for me
like a flower
unfurling in the sunrise
and I touch my lips to her petals
my love,
you are exceptional.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 20, 2009
Poem Edited: Thursday, August 20, 2009

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