BigPapaDean

Kris Porter I wrote this not too long after my breakdown! It is indicative of my search for myself as well as the love of my life!My Deep Red Rose!As I walk through my garden of beautiful flowers, there are blooms of red, white and blue.There are yellow, pink and purple and like the rainbow many flowers of a variety of hues.Every one of them are beautiful and lovely each in there own right but none, no none of thoseHad the appeal and the aroma as the most magically alluring of all flowers my dark red rose!I have looked both high and low, over mountain and in the deep set f island covesNever to find the flower that steals my heart and draws me to it like cooing doves.Then on one delightful morn just as I was about ready to concede in my searchThere in the valley on a knoll I espied her sitting there like a canary on her perch.And the song she sang was so beautiful to my longing ears of my heart I cried.Because there was the sound in my ears of my heart, but I thought it had died.To my amazement this beauty that few eyes have ever seen was my deep red rose.I was afraid to touch her lest I slay the moment then she cried, Take me and heaven knowsI have been here all these long lonely years waiting for you to come and free me from my rootsAnd give me my freedom to experience what you have to give to me the love of loves.Now we can fly away forever more you and me on the wings of white love doves.I have no want or need of pleasure or sensations as you give me it all with a single touch.Your breath gives me life I had lost and your beauty has my heart in awe just as much.I wake in the morn and the first thing I do is feel to see if you are definetly, undisputebly realBecause of you I am alive in my soul again and this wonderful love I again am able to feel.Love is a fleeting emotion but when its spirit bound it grows and adheres to each heartSo that the two hearts beating unite to become one in mind, body, and soul.