Linda Moore - A Wild Rose

Finding peace and pleasure, risking the pain.
Wanting and comfort, we do it again.
Love lives where the wild roses grow.
Tangled in the spiked brush, a crimson glow.

Delicate petals satin soft,
Bathed in a halo of light aloft.
Yes, love lives where the wild roses grow.
Without hesitation, we instinctively go.

Linda Moore

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