A rose of passion

In the quiet of dawn, I watch,
A single red rose in the garden.
Petals opening, baring heart to sky,
Its hidden insides drinking the sun's rays.

I feel kinship with this rose,
My petals, tender and flushed,
Unfurling slowly, shyly, awakening,
Needing a lover's warmth deep inside.

The rose, unshy, unafraid of sun's intensity,
Exists beautifully, without reservation.
Crimson folds, velvet touch, mirror warmth,
A desire for sensuality in its depths of being.

I close my eyes, breathe in,
The scent envelops me,
A reminder to feel love's warmth,
Deep inside, to be truly alive.

As the sun climbs, the rose stands taller,
Confident, its fragrance fills the air,
A silent song of passion, vitality.
A testament to the power of hidden desire.