Only one is enough.
Enough to say the delicate words to you.
With fragrance deep and a perfume smell.
Baby, I love you.
Beauty nice, a piece of art.
You give such a delicate gift to me.
Meaning is worth so much.
The feel of the pedals, and the gentleness of your eyes turn my body to a feather.

The start of our night is just at dawn.
You slip the band holding the rose, our rose,
ever so gently to where my soft hands meet my goosebump arms.
We ride along, tuning out the music on our way to our nights destination.
Hands play gently and rosebuds hit.
Outfits to match.
The dance is just minutes away.
We arrive in time to enter.
The way the rose on your shirt and on my wrist stand out in a simple way makes me grin.

Not even have we settled in , when you say we need to talk.
My heart skips a beat. “We need to break up”.
Everything turns blank, all I see is your blurred face from tears covering my eyes.
A pedal falls.
A tear falls.
The bathroom walls listen in as I cry out all my emotion.
I rip off the lying red rose leaving pain marks later that night.
Our relation I toss to the trash and watch it tumble in.
This was our night.