A Kiss Rose

When
A kiss from a rose
tingles your nose,
stirs your emotions,
and sets passion in motion—

it sparks sweet sensation.

And-
its fragrance stirs you,
provokes awareness new,
arouses action with passion true…

What happens then?

Does it bloom
in silence, unseen in gloom,
alone in daylight’s gleam—
or only in dreams?

Is it
only for you, so true?

Or-

Is it a key set free,
turning you on,
to a door unexplored,
you never knew
existed before?

The rose’s fragrance
drawing you forward with romance—

But where?

To bloom with care?
To burn and yearn?
To know and grow?
To share what’s so fair?
To find what awaits your prayer?

What does this catalyst create?
What is
a kiss from a rose that glows—
a Rose Kiss, so great?

I think with grace-
It’s beauty’s embrace—
beloved and sacred
in this tender place.

A Kiss Rose…

Does it open a door to more?
Is it genesis, pure bliss’ core?
A beginning’s sacred lore?

A simple red rose
a kiss of beauty’s prose—
just like you, it glows.

That kiss-
can grow with flow,
a lifetime, future bright,
a world unfurled.

So you should ask with grace—

Am I the catalyst in this place?
What is-
a Kiss Rose that knows?

Look in the mirror clear
and see what’s dear.

Then-
kiss me with glee
with your Rose Kiss free.

The spark in the dark
and the flame with no shame—

Born of a rose’s blissful kiss.