As dewdrops glisten in morning's light
I watch your sensual sleeping form
stretched out in unwitting abandon
in contours of vulnerable peace.
And then you stir, begin to stretch
this rosebud lazily emerges
in drowsiness your eyes meet mine
in silence both transfixed.
As your petals unfold I am mesmerised
such fragility unparalleled
each movement oh so silky
as I caress your velvet skin.
As sunlight streams through windows
your face lights up with flawless grace
and I know with perfect certainty
you are my rose without a thorn.
The rose outside the window
has opened to sun's rays
yet there are none that can compare
to the one I embrace in blissfulness.
Author notes
Artwork - rose_with_rain_drops by vic vicini
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A contest entry
- Nature PIF by CarolDesjarlais.
625 points, ended October 23, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A rose with out a thorn stuck out. It would be nice that they didn't have thorns, but they do and the thorn is so sharp.
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wow know thats captivating
aoun von guard. good job the passion is within it i feel i -
I loved ...you are my rose without thorn...this poem has all the features of a great love poem...to compare awakening to rose's unfolding..beautiful.
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oh wow this was amazing gran and held deep imagery and feelings within it
well done and best of luck in the contest
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Wow, such beauty without a downside.
"you are my rose without a thorn."
To have that would be the greatest thing, to have something so great and not have anything go wrong, or have it hurt you. Though those perfections have been written here, I see then never happening with this world of ours. I just loved how you described it. Beautiful.
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