The Woman I Love

She had asked me to go buy a different colored wine but as I knew wine, I knew what she wanted was a paler shade of red I remember her walking in the room a black rose pinned on her head her with the clear jade green piercing eyes...stunning Skin soft as the sprays of falling rain cheeks smooth with the color of summer rose petals a soft small chin delicately sculpted to sense the drops of rain she captured my heart, if she follows the wind, wherever it blows, I’ll follow her I said Not many women can cajole men with a smile seductively human, never needy, but always giving from her heart she might be a siren one moment as she sings from her soul the next she’s a strong voice on the pedestal of reason Not many like her in this world of selfishness and deceitful ways like any romance of love, one runs in with significant expectations oftentimes it’s more like running into a buzz saw of pain which can be difficult to extricate oneself In this case, plain rain nourishes the black rose's love whose kisses embrace my mind like a mild cloudy mist love blooms within me as I feel the strength of your kiss black rose petals fall under the touch of your lip’s caress Your tears dropping with compassion for the world touch me affection overflows from your heart my good fortune is that you love me and I cannot but adore you.