Rose of Longing
From the depth of the heart
Grows a delicate work of art—
A single rose crocheted from
The golden yarns of yearning and love.
Up the passage of pharynx it climbs—
The flower moved with graceful rhyme.
Out the dark tunnel it comes,
But the wall of dentes holds it up.
Inside the crimson cavern, it's patiently waiting for the moment
To be let loose like a raging ball of cannon—
When the awaited beloved finally comes,
To her embrace the rose's petals will at last undone.
From the depth of the heart
Grows a delicate work of art—
A single rose crocheted from
The golden yarns of yearning and love.
Up the passage of pharynx it climbs—
The flower moved with graceful rhyme.
Out the dark tunnel it comes,
But the wall of dentes holds it up.
Inside the crimson cavern, it's patiently waiting for the moment
To be let loose like a raging ball of cannon—
When the awaited beloved finally comes,
To her embrace the rose's petals will at last undone.