Me Over Rose

If such is the pleasure of life
I like my silly habit of
wiping out the pane again and again
struggling every morning against the misty window glass
and keep rubbing my droopy eyes
to the far end of the garden there you stand
across beneath my balcony
young, beautiful and of your own
watching a lonely red rose
unaware of my love does uselessly strain my eyes
But i wish i could tell you how i feel
when i walk pass you twice everyday
to and fro on my college days

But this morning i just couldn't walk away
i was so near
and caged in the beauty of your garden
the smell and smile of your dewy petals
made the fire in my heart rise
the temptations leaked out
and i poked you
kissed you
touched you
and the feeling was so heavenly
the bestest of my moments ever!
I could hear you breathing
hissing and sighs!
a positive reply
and i walked and waited
came back and waited until
a breeze blew over us giving us the courage
and the vessel in you, formed of pink petals
did produce a musical sound
resembling a human voice
amazed and shocked,dumbfounded i stood for a minute
and i assumed it was I<3 YOU
all i did back was, kissed you again and said
I <3 YOU TOO

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