Rose

So I met this boy,

this boy that made me feel a bit more,

he made my words become gibberish

and he made my days a fairy tale wish,

and I swear, I swear he made flowers bloom

hr made the sun come out more than the moon

he made the sound of the rain become a melancholic tune,

he gave life vivid colors which had faded

and water to dying flowers who became utterly sedated,

he made sounds be clear when they used to be echoes,

he kept everything, even a Valentine's Day Rose.

- r. a. s.