This time, her apology came  
in the form of white roses  
on a quiet, Sunday night.
No complex words needed,
just a simple "I'm sorry"
and a meaningful gesture;
received by my timid hands
and pressed lips.

And it was enough for me,
because I realized that
all the thorns are embedded
but they can be cut off,
not only in roses but
in one's hearts too.
I look at you and through you.
You're genuine and I'd like to keep you.