The uncharted garden.

Of all that Bloom's
Wild is the rose, petals
open, as beauty shows

The exterior surface of its internal grace, thorns and colour together
hold face

a touch as sharp, blades
take vice , a look like heaven admiring, nice

With bloods reflection
Red and falling
The face of her wilderness keeps calling

With looks of beauty
And of poise
Alluring Vixen, enchanting boys

The uncharted garden
Lead with desire
sets the souls of love
On fire

A garden sacred known
By breath, a pretty victory
Succumbed by death

Where flowers fade away from sight, and bring
Thee forward to the light.

Image by Sam Briggs.