to demarcate it her’s alone;
her petals glow and bring the spring
to winter’s chill as salve to sting.
Her beauty blossoms blooms of pink
and brings admirer to brink
of scent’s abandon, fragrance full
gently to tug, then swift to pull
the heart of man within her gaze.
Then all is hidden in a haze
of secret garden’s depth within;
yet when he peers through her again,
love sees the light of many worlds.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013