Trail of Roses
If you arrived at work each morning
With a single red rose there
With your name on the card
What would you think?
When you arrive home
You see a trail of single red roses
Along the path you walk
You keep seeing the roses
By the end of the path
You have one dozen red roses
When reaching your doorway
You see the door slightly opened
Will she enter?
She hears soft music playing
Coming from the bedroom
The aroma of a cologne
That she doesn't recognize
One that she has never smelled before
Who is wearing this intoxicating cologne?
She sees the bedroom door slightly opened
As the mystery of it all
She steps into the bedroom
To find a man holding a single yellow rose
And to find a bottle of white wine
Standing at the end
Of the trail of roses
He looks familiar
But yet she doesn't know him
But she looks into his eyes
What does she see?
Why the roses to her?
Why the wine?
Why the soft music?
Why behind a slightly opened bedroom door?
Are the roses from this man?
Who and where is he from?
What does this man seek from you?
Is he mistaken?
Or absolutely sure?
Is he seeking love?
A love of a lifetime?
Or just a passion in the dark?
To this she answers
Roses for the purity
Wine for the sweetness
The slightly opened door for the mystery
Soft music for the emotions
Now the man standing
With a single yellow rose
Why the yellow rose?
She once again asks herself
Why not red like the ones before?
To this she answers
This man is unlike any other
Could it be the man she has waited for?
And what did she see
When looking into his eyes?
Did she see the same in his eyes
What he seen in hers?
With not one word spoken
She brushes the side of his face with her hand
With her fingertips
She traces the outline of his face
The answer to the question
In his mind as to the question in hers
He answers...
Yes my darling, there is a man
For whom you seek.
Written by: Sal
