Thursday, February 17, 2011

Love Knows


Roses unfold from bud to bloom
each pedal, silky, fragrant and red.
A small card, with the words
“I love you,” dangles haphazardly
from one of the stems.

We met when we were teenagers,
your hand encircled mine
our footsteps still synchronize
we finish one another’s sentences
and laugh anytime we are together.

You and me sweetheart -
'till the end of time

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