My Love is a Rose

Petals folded of crimson red,
     tight upon the stem.
'Tis how my love keeps to herself,
     shielding her heart within.

Then fortune smiles, bestows its luck...
     a kiss, she grants mine lips.
Passion blooms and love unfurls,
     with her dew 'pon my fingertips.

My soft rose, now pearly white,
     how I bask in velvet folds.
Oh, such beauty I now behold,
     our love, it forever grows.