Sitting with a Dozen Roses

Sitting with a Dozen Roses
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Sitting with a dozen roses.
The mind flutters as his heart supposes.
The busy bodies pass as the lover dreams.
Nothing more beautiful than memories of shared ice cream.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Remembering those flowing locks and dreamy poses.
The adored blue eyes blind to the loving gazes.
Occupied only with the latest crazes.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Thinking about children and the gaps between their ages.
The future so bright, filled with ‘happy ever after’.
Not a tear in sight, as we hear only bursts of laughter.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Recalling those summer ‘noons under those sprinkling hoses.
Here the lover comes from a passenger train.
Unaware of being this Tarzan’s Jane.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Being this lover’s Jesus, Mohammad and Moses.
She recalls that freckled face and charming grin.
As he thinks about a hug and Hollywood spin.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
The heart beats faster as the wait for her closes.
The hug comes, but nothing more.
Has this lover’s worst nightmare become an outpour?

Sitting with a dozen roses.
The desire for love opposes.
Her queries on his health nothing more than friendly.
The lover’s smile unwavering like an Arsenal fan’s at Wembley.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
He gazes at her and thinks of poisonous doses.
Adamant to declare love before departing.
Not willing to visit a bar to begin aching.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
Her creamy voice whistles and discloses.
She has no one in her life, but endless travel.
Their high school tattoos glimmering on her ankle.

Sitting with a dozen roses.
He opens his mouth and proposes.
His world would be nothing without her love.
Even if she is a league above.

Standing with a dozen roses.
She sheds a tear and a kiss closes.

Dozen Roses





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