When I met you, I was happy as the day when My Sister Brought Home a Rose!
I have seen you before, though I chose not to touch
I have seen you before, though I did not stare too much
I dare not covet; haven’t even thought too
Because you’re vibrant, for everyone’s view
Suddenly! Surprisingly! On a gloomy moody day
I saw you when I woke up, morning on Monday
There you are, silent, on the side, in a pose
Oh my dear sister she brought home a rose!
Seconds urged me to get near and talk
Minutes made me appreciate your stalk
Thorn, leaves, buds like sprouting little heads
You make me smile with your crimson reds
With the wind, I saw you wave, I wave back
Made me want to get close and not hold back
For your crimson reds, tantalizing bloom
Making me spend days out of my room
Passing of time, I’ve seen your greens turn yellow
Your reds turn brown along with its fellow
With sun’s rays I saw your slumped shadow
Passing of time, I've felt mellow turn to sorrow.
I quietly desired the soil not to wither
Made it taste only the good and better
To keep and be still, so I can still see
Your crimson reds, smiling at me
Now, when I glimpse at my box glass pane
I anticipate, to see again
To see you wave, exchanging prose
How long will it last, Oh crimson red rose!
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 22, 2019:
To desire someone from afar...enjoying their smile and wishing to see them more.