Roses are not always red;
You like them heavy with scent
With fragrance that rises like heat in the air
Heady, intoxicating, sweet.
Pink-petaled or white as new paper;
The colour of old parchment, yellowing and pale
Dusky peach, deep orange,
Burning like the evening sky.
They climb languidly around your door,
Draping lazily in the summer heat
As if bored, they grow in sculpted bushes along your path
Beautiful and distant.
You like them rich and expensive, with petals like silk
But you like them just as much poor and sweet and bright
Folded into themselves, shy with youth,
Or open wide in the full blossom of their prime.















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