I should give you a flower, a rose perhaps.
Yes tonight I should give you a rose... a red rose.
But I will not purchase one or borrow from someone.
Tonight is not for borrowed words or passion.
I will pluck a seed from my heart and sow it into the soil and wait for love to grow.
I will lay on my stomach and wishper into the earth about your beauty and about your love.
So wide and infinite.
I will tell stories about you, about your hair falling on your cheeks.
The moment when time refused to move.
I will tell about your laughter. The lightening in the dark.
A match stick to gasoline.
She brings the sunlight into your room. Her voice tender like the rain water.
Her touch feels like life.
Words like this.
I will pour words, thoughts, my mind and heart into the moist soil that is her heart.
My world is you and the world is for her.
Everything is for her. LET HER HAVE THE ROSE.
