Contrasting Rose

A love poem.

Soft and gentle

shy as a dove

is the special one

I call my love.

Yet when we are

alone in the night

passion breaths fire

as she holds me tight.

Her colors change

from a white so pure

to vivid red 

of a woman self-assured.

An angel in the morning

when we start the day

yet in the dark of the night

her passion carries me away.

Reviews

[Jupiter Jazz]

I definitely got the romantic side of this. Nicely filled with similies and metaphors.

[WindSong]

So beautiful a poem about romance and love. Very special!

WindSong

[Tasha]

This was so beautiful and romantic.. I loved it.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Her colors change
from a white so pure
to vivid red
of a woman self-assured.

Oh what lovely sentiment... a purely blissful poem.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Beautifully senusal and romantic, love your poems :)