Finding peace and pleasure, risking the pain. <br />Wanting and comfort, we do it again. <br />Love lives where the wild roses grow. <br />Tangled in the spiked brush, a crimson glow. <br /> <br />Delicate petals satin soft, <br />Bathed in a halo of light aloft. <br />Yes, love lives where the wild roses grow. <br />Without hesitation, we instinctively go.<br /><br />Linda Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wild-rose-5/
