I lie on the pile of roses
Thinking of you
I pull one out and hold it
Close to my heart
Wishing you were here.

The flowers delicately
Touch my face
The cool breeze feels good
In the warm sun
I pull a petal
I whisper into the wind
“He loves me”.

I lay the flower on the ground
Not wanting to pull another
I knew…
The only important thing is
” I LOVE HIM..”