Rose Is A Splendor Thing...

Which is loveliest In A Rose…it’s coy beauty when it’s budding or It’s splendor when it grows.

(George Barlow)

Beautiful Roses...

Roses For You On A Lovely Sunday..

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Love Lives In a Rose...

Gorgeous

Red Roses Reflexions...

(((◕◕◕...❤Can't Stop Thinking Of You❤... ◕◕◕)))

 …So I'm Sending This,

 Flower of Love by Claude McKay

The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I Want Nor Wine Nor Weed,

Your Breath Alone Suffices

In This Moment Rare And Tense

I Worship At Your Breast.

The Flower Is Blown

The Saffron Petals Tempt My Amorous Mouth,

The Yellow Heart Is Radiant Now With Dew

Soft-Scented, Redolent Of My Loved South;

O Flower Of Love I Give Myself To You

Uncovered On Your Couch Of Figured Green

Here Let Us Linger Indivisible

The Portals Of Your Sanctuary Unseen

Oh, With Our Love The Night Is Warm And Deep!

The Air Is Sweet, My Flower, And Sweet The Flute

Whose Music
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.