Deepest red

  Deepest Red

The colour of pure passion, that of the deepest Red, brings to mind, a single Rose, that grows inside my head

Firey, hot and beautiful, her petals red like burning flames, searing hot and stunning, a Rose by another name

My Muse, my inspiration, the list of superlatives, just won't end, she is so very special, this Rose I call my friend

Just a simple thought of her my heart begins to race, she fills me with a million words, my pulse just picks up pace

Stanza after stanza, words leap onto this poets page, I must get them written down, I'm like a Tiger in a cage

Trapped with a million words, on how you make me feel, though you are so far away, the words I write are real

Words of support, kindness and some tell of a underlined desire, as my Rose grows taller, my admiration for her climbs higher

You've grown through your personal weeds, you've cleared your flower bed, now your free to blossom, my Rose of deepest Red

Ron