Kissed By a Rose

Come to me mine love
Soft and warm as velvet night
Trembling
As a new rosebud blooming
With unspoken, innocent delight.
Mine heart is fleeting
In crescendos mine head tis spinning
Mine loving heart beating,
Taking ritualistic flight
As on angel’s wings
Fluttering in sweetest ecstasy,
Soft songs of thee sing.

What hallowed sanctity
Arises in intemperate creations purity
Filling mine soul,
Making of lovers heroes,
Kissed by a rose.

Then pale whisper of morning
Rises in witness
To waves of heady joy enrapturing
Sweet imagining of far flung schemes
The intensity of the rose increasing
Mesmerizing honeyed dreams
With ebbing softness capturing
The image of thee delighting my morning

The kiss of a rose
Heavenly time slows
Building to a crescendo
Greater than anyone knows
Of fragrant innuendo
In a far greater life I suppose
Kissed by a rose...

Oh the songs come to mine heart thrilling
As a sparkling river over rock and rill
Melodiously trilling.
Songs of you flow over my heart
Wild and free.
Sparkling with heady fragrance I see
Lowering to bended knee
Before thee
So inspiring
Mine imagination in red glare firing
As mine enduring love in sweet glory composes
A room full of roses.

Thine fragrance doth in mine soul conspire
To build an empire
To thee raise a monument
Set in mine love’s firmament
When kissed by a rose
Oh can I thine love oppose
Where longing heart cannot fate decry
Or mine love greater than the sky
Deny,
Or yet with frail logic reason why.

All argument flies asunder
Giving fleeting to reasoning
Quickly dissolving
In succulent wonder
With the scent of sweet rolling thunder.
Nay, I cannot refuse the love I chose
Kissed by a rose.

Whose bouquets of roses lie as petals
Festering in my brain
With joyful music’s
Sweetest refrain
Making a life filled with rainbows
A blissful repose
Kissed by a rose.


~Gary Jacobson, Modern Poet and Vietnam War Veteran