If I sent you white roses would you know what I meant, <br />There long slender stems and beautiful scent, <br />I see the purity of each unblemished petal, <br />I’m aware of the thorns sharper than metal, <br />There centers of gold full of sweet tasting nectar, <br />To draw in the bee drones over many a hectare. <br /> <br />You let me sip your luscious pure gold, <br />Yet your heart remained empty and cold, <br />I’ve fondled your petals yielding and warm, <br />We made love full of passion till the on coming dawn, <br />I fell for your exotic intoxicating scent, <br />You told me we could never be meant, <br />I cradled your stem thorns ripping into life, <br />Your sensuous eyes concealed the oncoming strife, <br /> <br />Leaves ones green now brittle and brown, <br />As my laughter is replaced with a frown, <br />How quickly the petals shrivel and die, <br />Just as I see my truth in your eye, <br />Your scent still reeling inside my head, <br />I go alone now quietly to bed, <br />But the thorns they remain, <br />Our friendship never to be the same?<br /><br />Samantha chapman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-roses-9/
