Rose and I
A Poem
All I wanna see is a smile on her face, Nothing seems in time when I don’t feel about her, Stars do not seem to be out, the day I do not see her, I adore her and seem to me, I love her, I need to tell her, I need to talk to her, I keep losing my words when she is around, I am sorry, it is my love, and I got to tell her.
Another day, and same sinking heart, I got to do something that does show my love, Somehow I find it hard to tell her in words, I got this red flower, people call it rose, It is tender, it is beautiful, and may I give it to her, In the end, it is a flower, If not me, at least she will like the flower.
She blushed as it was not a flower, how wrong I was, She in love, and it is not a flower, it is a rose I gave her, I found the words to tell her, how beautiful the rose is, She laughed, as she knew what I had to tell her, Rose and I, also found over selves in place, A beautiful woman around, she loved us and we too adore her!
And than………………
