Sweet Love Poem
~ A Kiss From A Rose
by Evan Grotevant

But wait, a kiss from a rose.
It rose, from the grave, to come and save...
Me?
I love it, I take it all in.
Oh, but am I being selfish?
To steal a few minutes with this wonder, I would sacrifice parts of her.

So I wait now.
Wait 'til the time is right so I can touch every inch of her again.
I love her and she loves me.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

No matter how much noise is around us, I can always focus on her.
She is a driving force in my life.
Her voice fills my ears, head, and overflows into my heart.

Slowly, though, like honey pouring out of a jar.
Crisp, yet soft.
A thing of beauty.
Something to hold onto forever.
 

Evan Grotevant
copyright(c) 2009 Evan Grotevant