First Kiss
I am a rose, and I bloom for the very first time. open my heart, and lips for that tender first kiss of morning sunshine,but i've opened to early,and with closed eye's. soft lips I receive my first and last ever kiss for it's not the sun that awaits but jack frosts nasty nip , as my blaze red wings crystal, die and my green thorny stem bows from the sky, sad I be though as I settle to the ground the love I wanted,I never found.
