Our meetings in the park

you in black against the greenery

and that look in your eyes most mystic

does make my mind stretch like elastic

I hold out my gift to you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


How many years have I been alone

how many years misunderstood

then you walked into my dying and gave me life

your face glowing with goodness I see that is true

for that and other wonderful facts, I do love you

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet


I am not afraid of my feelings anymore

I have endured much to find you

here in my pocket I have something for you

it's a data chip proclamation

it opens folders never unfolded

as the rose does tremble

every time

every time we meet



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris