In I take, in I take
Your sweetness dear, your soul
My heart's breathe savours so.
'Tis tasty, your beauty
Heavenly in its touch,
It dazzles well the core
In colours to sing fair.
Your being worshipping,
Like the spring waxing sure
With the sun in faith grave.
So is it, your soul fit
For my heart's breath to stream
Sweetly through, sweetly through
In the air of angels.
Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-rose/
