You Be The Rose

In wanting, I be the moonlight's silver tongue

And you feel the soft breath as night grows

Gentling to a kiss, ere light of day has begun

That brings a watering to sweet garden's rose

 

Would I be a night's quiet misting sensation

To encompass you in a dark of fond caressing

That the rose if bloomed to love's invitation

Each petal, shed in the gladness of undressing

 

And is the rose open to night's tender sup

To render a sweet scent of nectar's honey-dew

Does the softest tongue take from a fairy's cup

Would I be the moonlight and the rose be you

 

Dark has no brighter illume than love's sight

To romance a sweet rose beneath soft moonlight

 

R.O.N.S. King

Done