| A Promised Rose She took the rose I promised as our lips embraced a kiss. Red if she wants it, but yellow colour�s best. Her eyes reflected young desire, her hands soft and warm. Her fragrance like mountain air, refreshing like a song. The drumbeat of my heart calls me to her side. Her passion robbed my breath, my thoughts light an airy. Our bond�s now a union, a couple now as one. My mind screams forgiveness, but our love takes control. The earth move and shifted, our shadows fought the light. We were swallowed in desire, now we were one. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |