Colombian RoseBy Zaki A. Muhammad (AKA LawndaleKid)
To say that you are like a rose is to ignore your majesty. You are a veritable deity, a Goddess that has spellbound soul and heart. A dream never ending, so enchanting to wake would be tantamount to death itself.
A glimpse of you Ulysses could not withstand. Supreme temptation of living is to see you and never embrace you.
Caressing your foot tenderly massaging stress from your being is my aspiration. Prisoner I am of your delectable personality.
Hearing your voice there is not anything superior. Your laughter entices even the most solemn of soldiers.
Ah, your charms, vivacious dimple, effortless smile those astonishing eyes indeed say you fashioned the Siren.
The call of you is perfection. A moment in your presence can only be described as rapture. You are unbelievable.
Pointless to declare, resistance has subsided. Dim-witted I to hold myself worthy of your attention as precarious as the Creator dictating to the creation is the predicament.
Avoiding the thorns of rejection, the bloodletting of cynical broken hopes reverses thinking. Maturity braves the chase strengthening resolve to endure.
Wishes do come true to those that believe in love. There is nothing more gallant than this face of mine. Long days and many more forlorn nights have made me somewhat impervious to hope of love.
Your femininity contains elements that have changed me into an animal. The delicate scent of you permeates my dreams surrounding my waking moments with exposure of taste and refinement.
Such classical beauty demands veneration. I say publicly I am your servant. Forever shall I adore your image and dwell in your temple to commune.
Oh, dear Angel not to pity? Idolatry crafts ruin. I am past coping, there is no strategy no hypothesis no diversion.
You are my one need. With you alongside me, life is worth living. My Columbian Rose, you are life!
bibiana 