They
say a rose by any other name still smells just as sweet, for her true
beauty comes from deep with in her . Her aromas can intoxicate you with
longing and wanting. Just to caress her kaleidoscope velour fabric
shimmering with the morning sun is all a man longs for after just a
glimpse of her. She is a warm gentle sight against the backdrop of
thorns and weeds in her own hostile world. Each morning I run just to
see her petals unfold as to say hello to me beckoning me to come and
join her. I can not for I would not and could not interrupt her beauty
in any way for I would contaminate her field. Oh how sweet she smells
and how her pedals call out to me just for a stroke along her sensuous
phalanges. I long to touch her and kiss each petal just as the
glistening morning dew and to smell each aroma entwined with the next on
the journey to her heart. I am only held back by my fear of hurting or
tearing her leaves and fear of not being able to give the devotion she
needs so her foliage can continue to give their brilliant cascades of
color each day. I fear that because my touch will create a dullness in
her brilliant world. I am just a humble man with little tools and
knowledge of flowers, for they need and deserve the right adoration and
care. Each flower has a gentle caring gardener that tends her garden and
by his love she releases her mesmerizing beauty, mind swimming and
olfactory stimulating flavors for others to enjoy. I can see her sway to
the winds soft touch upon each velvet vibrant finger leaf. Oh how can I
resist, but I do for she is in someone else's field which I can not go.
I can only admire and love from afar. I wonder how it would be to sway
with her in the wind or be able to be embraced by her soft loving touch
and allure. For I am smitten and I am yet reserved to show her my
adoration. I a modest man could not be so bold and shameless to walk
upon the field of another to have this flower for my own. She is not to
be possessed, but free to grow in what ever field she chooses. I can
only hope that may be she may desire my field. Until such a day I dream,
but for now I will till my ground and keep a special place for her.
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