Rose

You are a rose,
Beautiful, perfect
Immaculate white
Open petalled, ripe and full
Your scent penetrates the air, filling the room.
Eyes closed for the longest inhalation
I long to bury my nose inside you, absorb your aroma
Taste your subtle taste so sweet on my lips
Sense you stroking my face with your soft tips.

Like all roses, plucked and standing in a vase
You are impermanent
Your beauty will fade
You will wilt and die
Your leaves yellow and dry
Your petals drooping, falling one by one
Collecting at my feet
Vanished and gone

But the idea of you remains
Your essence is so strong
When I enter a room
I close my eyes, think of you
And you are with me once more.