peach colored rose

Hyacinth garden

Here I am left with each languid moment in times of idle measure

My poet's dream travels through the memory of my new found treasure

Her joys are sweet, as my unconscious lustre grows

In her golden hair solar elegance glows

Over her form, enamoured I suspend my heart

Passion mocks my empty untamed tremulous start

On those polished lips the mark of diminished dyes

A cerulean casement where Love's lies in her eyes

Peach colored roses brush upon my burning face

Where I drift dreamily to sights, within her angelic grace

My imaginations quest of her ambrosia’s sweetness

She melts my soul with her peach colored rose fragrance

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