My rose, my world, my most beautiful flower.

I listened attentively this morning,

To the sounds of nature calling,

To the water falling,

Beneath my person,

A life’s lesson,

It was as if I could hear the leaves moving,

In slow motion,

And I befriended Merlin,

To give me that magical potion,

To give you my one life,

And all that for I did strive.

I noticed that where all the flowers

Directed their vision,

It was like a circumferenced shape,

Waiting for a perfect incision,

Like a mother waiting for her child,

Like a lioness in the cage,

That now free and running wild.

But then suddenly destiny knocked,

And in form of an angel showed me,

That Merlin’s potion wasn’t enough,

Love would be love,

But life would be tough.

So I went silently to meet them both,

And I found love when I turned that corner,

Without any raised engine to start,

I found love tremendously in you,

And I found all the air I needed to breathe,

Everything à inside your heart.

So I turned my back to you temporarily,

As I faced what destiny wrote for me,

And I asked if life and love are the same,

But the reply was simple,

Life is love, love is life,

No mountain to climb,

No stars will wane.

For your love is as true as the rain,

Your love might be bloody,

It might bring pain,

Your love might evolve around me,

Might need all the four seasons,

As I shout, out loud –

I love you, I love you,

And am here giving you my reasons,

For the fortifications cried,

The patriots that within they died,

But when the sky was not blue,

When there remained nothing but the few,

I stood like a knight in no shining armour.

And then I had an apparition,

And in it I was the farmer,

Given the flower,

And someone told me,

That everyday I had to show love,

As if it comes directly from above,

And this flower,

Daily to shower,

With qualities that make sense,

In this ocean of love so immense,

And silently I discovered,

As years went by,

Without me knowing why they fly,

That the more I showered,

The more beautiful she got,

That I could never let,

Myself to forget,

That she was and will always be,

Till the end of the last hour,

For she is forever,

My rose, my world, my most beautiful flower.