Two
Roses,
Just for you.
Four letter words;
Love, but never hate.
Six, was the beating heart—
Tempo preceding question.
Eight, were the times you could decline,
But you said yes; shockingly enough.
Ten, were the minutes we danced in limelight;
Dancing until the sun turned its back on us.
Twelve roses I offer you now; madly in love.
***originally published on All Poetry***
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