The roses he sent
arrived like a secret the night could no longer keep
red, passionate, peaceful and soft as the breath between two lovers two friends
now he is inside my heart, down into the deep
well of me

I touched the red roses and my soul was captured
my heart filled
like a glass left under rain

His love is like that.
like water
he doesn’t shout when he enters a room.
he seeps in.
he stays.
he finds the cracks
and fills them gently
without asking me to be whole first.

His heart never really sleeps
he is always listening

Today I smiled
the kind I once gave to a song
as vast as the ocean inside my heart

These roses are more than petals
They symbolize beauty and freedom
things I never thought I'd hold again

And every time I breathe them in,
I remember
some hearts just need to be seen
and he saw mine