When you rose this morning,

I got you 12 more roses.



Hold them close,

They more similar to you than you think.

They’re short, full of life,

And both of you smell nice.



When you go to bed,

I hope them to be near you in a vase,

Their pedals will be ever spread,

Waiting to greet your waking face.



When time has passed,

And the pedals no longer glisten,

They won’t cling to the stem,

The beautifully imperfect flowers,

You will truly miss them.



But give them love and patience,

They will bloom in the rain.

And every time you look at them,

You will relive this night again.