Our infatuation was as radiant and plush like fertile soil Bearing a rose seed of our undiscovered love But we were never ready for the uncalculated seasons of mixed emotions Because our growth was rather harsh like the stormy nights we sat through waiting Waiting for our rose petals to bloom
Oh, but they did, my love A petal opened when your eyes sung in silence with unspoken feelings Another opened when my breath got tangled in my throat, Every time a whisper of your presence kissed my skin Like a tidal wave... We collided
Your waters of affection clung onto my soil of need That is when our rose bloomed, my love As our petals bled redder and our seasons began to change The more protruding our rose bud became
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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