Little White Rose - My Love Part Ii

My heart beckons me, betrays, turning my head to your direction As my sorry eyes, once again, located their way towards your lovely flock Shuddered at my place, nauseous with hands shaking at the thought alone Perhaps today was the day I’d reveal; today I’d find the courage to talk For days, I had pondered the array of events, the consequences Of the truth being unraveled, of the lies being defaced Clenched my hands, a white rose of hope held tight The same hand, days ago, with your sweet touch you’d graced Alas, I was too afraid to peer into the depths of my heart Too bemused by the noise, too afraid to voice what I so passionately felt Unable to frame the words that would convey How deep I had fallen, all the pain that had befallen and how I had dealt Perhaps being a victim of love, I’d win your pity Your kind heart may accept love, at the thought I beamed I’d embellish my pain, and aching heart, I decide However, the little rose turned to me and ‘coward’ it screamed ‘Your pain may only win your beloved’s sympathy, but never his love He may only be your patron, but never play your lover’s part’ I frown at my naivety, then to the rose I ask ‘O dear queen of flowers, what is the quickest way to a man’s heart?’ ‘The path to one’s heart, is never fast nor secure A mere flower as I, never travelled through a heart’s paths and doors Aren’t you a man too, with a heart alright? Look deep inside and tell me, what’s the path to yours? ‘Love is all it takes, for one to find their way into the depths of my heart A warm, welcoming hand, entrapping mine through life and wraith A twinkle in their eyes, a modest blush, sweet words of true regard A partner to guide me through the deserts of love and faith ‘Honesty with no deceit, a cozy hug, a sincere smile And a vow of togetherness through everything we’d combat’ The little rose smiled, eyes fond and said, ‘O spirited lover, go ahead and give him just that…’