The Bee

I walked away from the rose, so that it would grow and glow. There are no regrets. The hurt lingers with the mixture of Pleasure, satisfaction, and gratitude. I am happy that I was not selfish I can carry myself now. There may never be a day that will not bring me to my knees but that is the price of a love I paid I suppose knowingly. I am in love so I do not fear it. I do not fear to roam free Searching for other rose. As I cannot suffer alone for the rest of the day this is neither a tribute nor a self-punishment. I wish to live and see more rose like this again.