Lonely Rose Called Lene

Such smile so rare that fascinates me; Bestowed in the angel, not so long, I've known. Like a lightning that strikes in the middle of the day, In my heart I, quickly, built a home of her own. An angel I've known not from a friend or a dream, Who has teased me so gently to put-off my heartaches and pains. She just befell in my solitude as I try to rebirth. And helped me forget the troubles and the things that I hate. How I love to hold her and offer her a throne For to me she is regal and deserves to be crowned. Before I could do it she has transformed to a form, The angel is now a flower before the break of the dawn. Behold! A contest erupts among the bees in the field, To hover upon this new flower the sunrise revealed. I could only sigh to the heavens to send a rare summer rain To nourish and sustain this lonely rose called Lene. Time & Date Written: 10:04pm - 10:33pm, February 17, 2008 Dedicated to: A.T. whom I had the chance to chat in the net when I was in Phnom Phen, Cambodia. The poem is written just for you, my special friend, whether we've only known each other through the net or by subconscious circumstances. And when age wrinkles your lovely face, you can always claim that once upon a time an obscure poet had purposely written a poem just for you. It was a one-time conversation(February 10, 2008) but her story struck me to the bones that I vowed responsibility to protect her, anyhow, if ever I will have the chance to meet her personally. The above poem is written on imaginary impression of her that if she ever deferred her dark plans and have the chance to remember me, and read what I wrote, she will know that to me or perhaps to other people she is special, desirable, and deserving of a happy life too.