wild roses

a sweet fragrance
lingers in the air
my thoughts linger on a time
when wild roses bloomed.

it seemed just yesterday
a clearer picture could not be painted
when my heart was given
during the time of the rose

wild and rambling it was
rooted, and abundantly chaotic
full of both brambles and beauty
we gorged ourselves on infatuation

drunk on each other,
“obsessive” too kind a word
we feverishly, passionately
discovered one another

agonizing and enthralling
delicious love bloomed alongside the roses
reason and candor be damned
nothing could stop the buds from bursting forth

passing years do not still
the butterflies roused upon
detection of the sweet, musky scent
of the lovely, wild, roses