cycles

to love
where roses pluck its thorn....

to lips of soft 
to the skin of silken  charms
to calm .....

 as heat on a petal bloom
in its delight 
of bees to a flight of sweet....

to nights to comfort thee
in memories 

 on cycles to life
like raindrops pops ....

to every drop on you

to come again 
to never stop