I whisper your noble name

Those volunteer roses
blooming for you
at the timid dawn
of your hesitant hope
are never aware
of their pure beauty
so innocent and rare
and you can't imagine
how much I miss you
every morning and
every night while whispering
your melodious noble name
beneath my warm cuddly quilt
in my sweet bed impregned
with your scent of woman
sailing like a boat of dreams
in the eternal waters of love