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
The Kinky Poet