Seeing My Rose

She walked in the room with such style

I treaded lightly as I have never seen such grace

                                                         I worked up the nerve to speak with her and felt so

                             Entrances by her style and grace, for I knew one day

                             We would be together, in heart , and in soul and as One

                              When I cupped her face and kissed her lips ever so softly

                               Opened my heart for her to see how much I craved her

                               With a shocked look on my face she accepted me for whom

                                I am and I accepted her for whom she is and showed her a

                                way that  was hidden deep , but everyday I see her smile

                                I wish that everyone could see and feel this kind of rose

                                with all the joys that surround her being

                                       By  Yours