Red Roses

One of my first poems on love.

Love's blossom opens wide.
A sweet scent of passion
carried through the night,
takes root within sight.

While red roses sell my soul,
never again to be whole.
Sweet taste, so disarming,
makes this flower more than charming.

Withering back,
deep inside,
I realize,
there never was a place to hide
from love's bitter sweet fruits.