Poem: The Fresh Rose

I cherish our precious time together weekly;
you are the fresh rose in my day,
My cheeks blush bursting with anticipation
from the warm words you say.
Every spare second is a blessing,
every valuable minute is heaven sent.
If wanting to be with you is a crime
then my heart has a lot of sin to repent.
I know you have obligations, dependents
and a demanding career.
But like a wandering toddler that seeks its mother,
I wish for you to be near.
My feelings for you are blooming daily
with bright petals of affection.

In adoration for you my attractive butterfly,
yearning for your attention.

When I see you at work or at dinner
I am stunned by your beauty.
You are a hero to this man
and I gladly offer you the key to my city.
I enjoy your wit, marvel at our common interests
and treasure your ideals.
Only a gentleman

who has had a gorgeous angel’s company
knows how I feel.
I am honoured to be a sock for the day
if you are the accompanying shoe.
You are the fresh rose in my day
and all I want to do is spend a few hours with you.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.