If Roses Didn't Exist

It was late on a Thursday night The stars were just starting to blink their eyes But the celestial conversation between your heart and my mind was far from goodbye Each conclusion turns into a new beginning with you I asked her what helps her breathe, and she said Being able to walk outside and see nature speak to me Knowing I can take control of the end before the last page Seeing my growth and allowing it time to celebrate Challenging who I was yesterday to get closer to the person I'll be tomorrow The journey of love, it exists I've felt it's fleeting glimpses and heard the course of its heartbeat So, I'll continue binge watching episodes until I get to the one piece Because treasure is wherever your heart is That is my daily inhale and exhale I told her how her passion for life matched the art of her beauty And it was damn attractive She responds what am I to you? I whispered You are the roses smiling from my heart of thorns When I'm sad I just pick one, so I have a smile to give to you Bouquets are built from the time we spend together So, I'll continue to bring you flowers for as long as my love breathes I guess what I'm trying to say is if roses didn't exist my passion would be missing If roses ever took a day off, I would call in sick Because without you I feel nauseous If your roses had a color, it would be anecdote, Unconventional, Because one petal would be for your hazel eyes, another for your caramel skin, another for the chocolate hues in your smile, another for the tanned shades of laughter Your roses are sun kissed A warmth that imprints on my cheek You are the inhale to my exhale p.s. art wouldn't exist without your rose ...