You

Has anyone ever told you that your eyes
Are worth falling from heaven
To gaze into at least once?
Your smile is worth a million words
All pertaining to the description
Of what beautiful is and ought be.
Men would travel the longest distances
Just to be able to feel the texture of your skin.
They would wait, starve, and die, if need be
To experience only the taste of your lips.
The smell of your hair keeps men moving,
And the pleasant rapture of running their fingers
Through your hair haunts them in their dreams.
You are the Eve of beauty,
The first creature to ever leave the word “perfect” as insufficient,
And the only to capture the true essence of love at first sight.
I speak to you with nothing less than honesty
For you are all of what my heart tells me to be good.
I’ve journeyed a lifetime searching for happiness
And have found that the trail ends inside your arms.

And So I Met A Rose

And so it was one day that I strolled along my life
And found a beautiful flower in my path.

“Hello,” I said to the Rose that stood before my future.
“How I would most like to place you in a vase and bring you along with me.”

“But why? I am but a weed,” replied the Rose. “Pay notice to my stem that is full of thorns that could only hurt you,” she continued.

But what I saw were not thorns, merely unique characteristics of her person. “None the less” said I “I would be more than honored to hold and care for you to help you notice that every petal you hold is another reason why I would love to hold you more.”

And so it was another day that I strolled along my life
Holding a rose inside a vase.
The rose was blooming larger than ever and the thorns all disappeared.
She was an immaculate rose more beautiful than any other.
But now losing her is what I feared.
Anyone could give her light and water.
It would be impossible for another not to love her as I do.

And so it is on this day that I realize I am lucky
For being the chosen one to care
And say or do the things I do.
It is all for you, my rose.