The Rose

She is the rose
to my thorns
Her body the canvas
I wish my kisses to adorn
Hers is the hand
that fits perfectly in mine
She is the friend
who is firm but kind
Hers is the presence
I don’t want to live without
Her patience and love
easily dismisses any doubt
With her
I’m free to be me
I can leave the mask behind
and simply be
She is my lover
and friend
my happily ever after
until time’s end
DRM 2015

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