Between the Lines
Only One Rose
Even though hot, as I sat, came a breeze.
The trees softly swaying in dance.
Wildflowers, sweet scents and roses in bloom,
Waiting their pick, if by chance
To be placed on buffet, with mirror behind,
Reflections of beauty in red.
Each time passing, thoughts rise in my mind
Of the first time these eyes had been fed,
With the bloom, one of love and the tenderness felt
When petals had opened at last.
Alone in it's holder of crystal and gold
A picture of splendor, it cast.
Just one lonely rose, so soft, yet intense,
To share with my eyes, splendid view.
Endearing and special when only one rose,
Came delivered to me, just from you.
( an old one~~ not sure if it fits your challenge or not...but the challenge reminded me of it)