The Color of a Rose in Mary

In the color of a rose one holds no boundaries in the love of solace that I find my own.  It is in humility that I find the truth of one who holds the light of wisdom in me.  In that solace one holds no sense in the glory of love upon the name of truth  It is understand the concept of light that pervades the midnight moon of my joy in you.  It is within you to see myself in name and to know that essence is of origin in the name upon the purity of your blue lips.  In the sunshine of my youth I hail you, Mary of my dreams, and to love you in your purified sense brings me to life in your soul of sensuality for me, mother of all women in life and in love. It is the shadow upon my glory that I wish upon a star and to see that rose in the color of red defines all that is hope in you.  What a glorious delusion it is to see that nakedness upon the requisite charm of a midnight sun and upon the nightshade of my armor will Michael enter into your vision of beauty.  It is upon the duty of Angels to delineate in you all that is beauty and solace and in that vision, let yourself come to me in the name of the spirit of love and sensuality  Let the sun shine upon the morning sky and dilute the senses upon the glory that is your name in the midnight blue of your dress.  It is with divinity that I write this and I find you well to the touch.  I find you sweet and remorseful so much, and to see that upon you brings me warmth and glory so much.  You are my love and I love you too much and in your vision for me, let me sit by the fire of your touch, Mary, Mother of Virginity of Sensuality and Lust.