Rose

A rose by another other name does not smell as sweet,
And can conjure confusion of what is wrong and what is right,
What is this passion that fires my heart to speak?
A dance in the moonlight,
A memory with the blowing sands and the crashing waves,
Thunder claps and builds with might,
Reminiscing in its fury why we did not hold hands that night,
While the trifles of life and nature pound on this rain spattered window,
We are safe in our thoughts where there are no boundaries and distances,
To what can be done and where we can be.
Simple sweet memories that bring us back to this place,
To the midst of endless depths of passion and wonder within our minds,
Live and have no fear for a coming day,
Nor for the troubles that might come our way,
For love is sweet and love is good,
It will prepare us for all endeavors to come,
It will bring us to no other place than where we should,
It brought us to the wind swept beaches lined with foam,
On the shores of everlasting power and mystery,
Where we met sun-splashed and unafraid,
Curious, young, innocent, and free to dream.
Free to live and free to love.
So be my rose because love with any other person is not as sweet.