Reserved for the CAT

I see a red rose in full bloom

Your petals are soft to the touch

Yet each thorn pricks, I assume

My finger slides down each stem

Wrestling with forthcoming doom

Each shoot is strong and does not bend

Life flows through bold deep roots

Exuberance of beauty, you do send

The red is of the warmth of fire

That blaze fuels a contented sense

The want is there, flower of desire

Born of romance, love and passion

A liaison of sight and smell

Sweet delicate alluring protrusion

With every stalk a family of leaves

Thorns upon yourself, suggest confusion

Yet I am drawn to radiant redness

Of a confined sprout that never fully opens

Unlike other flowers agape with such bluntness

Vibrant gypsy, wild red one

Excite emotion stirring every electron

Pleasure in the eye of my mind

Rose-red, one of a kind.