The Rose in My Eye

 

The Rose in My Eye

Let me kiss you under summer rains,
and captivate your mind,
as we traverse a high plain
in beautiful, sultry nights.

Your lips are like a scarlet strand,
touched by sun rays,
voluptuous, her body spans
the complexity of her ways.

She is exotic, strangely hypnotic—
whenever I chance a gaze,
words come to me in rhythms,
melodic tones that never fade.

She is like a perfect iris flower,
adrift in flowing blue streams,
delicate in her step,
like a soft autumn breeze.

I can make her see new things,
all flesh and pristine,
as I search the skies
for words that will take her mind.

Every thought is of her;
she gives off a strong allure.
her seductive curves
make me high.

She speaks to me in hints
when I pass her way—
my muse, this lover’s bliss
I can hardly contain.

She is quintessential beauty,
rare of her kind,
a woman who is truly
the rose in my eye.