My Rose

Just as a flower;

Beautiful,  delicate-

Allow her to grow.

-Tadashi Yasahiro ☺

                     

(courtesy of Google Images) 

My Confession

"Roses are red, Violets are Blue"

A million poems later, and this is still so very true.

10 years of writing, and now I finally have begin my first poem to you.

Although..... forgive the flaws, this is not what I'm used to!

From strangers to pen pals, then fellow students in class;

From students to friends, and now, we're "besties" at last.

We shared a many of disappointments, concerns, and worries too,

But as I look back I realize, I have matured greatly with you.

I was just thinking, Baby girl it really seems like forever!
Since our first chat, (about Florida's "bipolar" weather).
I was so nervous that day, as you walked up, energetically saying "Hi!"

And yet last night, our chat ended with a long, loving goodbye.

As I sit here typing, I quickly recall every detail,

All of your fears, dark nights, the times when you felt like you failed;

But also the glad times, graduations, the days spent at the mall
And that one daring time, we gave your dad the dumbest prank call.

You see it's weird, I just sat here for 6 hours writing and rewriting this poem
Just to try to make it perfect, every rhyme and every line formed
It was only supposed to say a few words, words held in my heart for so long...
Honestly, it was just supposed to say I love you, and I have loved you since day one!