Awaiting My Rose (To My Once Secret Admirer)
I found a rose beneath my window on Valentine’s Day morning two years in a row you’re so silly or maybe you’re brilliant to visit me for the third time with me there, waiting its pouring rain but still you arrived never in a million years would I have guessed, you I startled you and you screamed aloud when I stepped from the darkness a vase in my hands its only me so don’t be frightened didn’t you know I’d be here awaiting my rose? I pulled you close kissed your neck and lips you dropped the rose and withdrew I’ll see you next year GBE Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 06:04 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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