A Single Rose

The sweet smell of a rose;

is what makes my heart pause.

A strange sensation bubbles from within;

for this simple gesture makes me green.

With a single rose you touch my heart;

you pronounce our love and set it apart.

My crippling tongue cannot move;

for like this rose you have pruned me.

Once i was a dry river bed;

dry and so full of despair...!

With apt expressions you have watered me;

now i drool honey and sweet nothings.

Gosh....My words dry out...!

For you have turned me into a spring of sweetness.

You have become my deepest ambition.

My heart holds the closest friendship a relationship would ever offer.

Not a petal will fall from this stalk.

Asante...!