Monday, May 21, 2012

The Rose









Oh how I want to be that rose you hold.
To feel your touch again.
To know you are there and still okay.
To feel your heat from your hand on my delicate petals.
Protecting me so I don't fall apart. 
Keeping me safe so I do not get harmed. 
I want to be that rose you have. 
To know that I will be with you.