Rhythmical Relationship's Smile

Take hold of this heart I offer you please -
this red rose becomes our bonded symbol
for everything that you've revealed to me,
the releasing of chains that tightly bound
that prison I found myself weeping in:
freedom now flutters her gorgeous wide-wings,
here too is a second rose: to show our
friendship is beautiful; blossomed bright grace.
Another; the third, I place on your lips,
to scent passion with its fragrant desire,
to protect each and every moment shared,
we will rise as one on petals; tender.
Relax now dear, let this rose of fine trust
slip onto your opened palm's wonderful
acceptance while I stand guard over wisps
of knowledge; getting stronger all the time.

Brilliantly your masterful approach
finds me in shivers of exotic peace,
here - number five is yours as is the sixth,
when marriage blesses us under God's sky
we shall dance on their memory's wonder.
In faith's golden curves I press the seventh
into your hair so its presence will seep
down the spiralled pleasure of your spirit,
for your whispered promises here's the eighth.
The ninth is a roman numeral which
sings sweet verse along its straight-edge power,
I swerve under the notes it gives and laugh
life; the world is easy flowing colour.
Take this tenth and gently grind it down to
put in bread: made for us to break at dawn.
The eleventh rose will accompany
us as we take our first threshold steps; one, two,
three leads to the twelfth where love's eternal
beat: our rhythmical relationship's smile,
will capture moments; swing them under stars.