You are a wild rose of passions,
blooming quietly in our garden,
nestled among the weeds you've rest,
gently hanging your petals to view.
You have never been un-noticed,
but admired from afar by me,
You have never been un-wanted,
but longed for each morning by me.
So much un-said thoughts we dared,
So much un-spoken pains we dispair,
So much of you I do still desire,
So much between us both we require.
I reach out now for your hand to hold,
a moment to glance softly at you and behold,
a lifetime of regret I keep within me now,
for the moments I have missed of your beauty.
Nothing left behind to bring back the past,
but to re-capture anew whats now not yet lost,
and surrendering to all the moments soon to be,
content for our life together once more & ever as we.