He used to put flowers for her,
On the desk she sat.
In her locker,
And in places like that.
But she never got them.
Nor she noticed.
She went very close to it,
But always missed.
Fed up was he.
Because she always overlooked.
Finally one day he planned,
To put one in her book.
She finally noticed!
A rose with thorns.
With a hand written,
Text along:-
"This is to the girl,
I admire the most.
If my life is the show,
Then you are the host.
I chose a rose with thorns,
For a special cause.
To clarify my intentions,
Which I assure are without flaws.
If you accept my proposal,
Then the petals be the floor when we will wed.
And if my intuitions would turn wrong,
Which I know are not,
Then the thorns would be my death bed.
I want to confess,
In which I have no shame.
Can you be my queen?
If you feel the same!"
This brought tears,
In her eyes.
She ran to him,
And said, "I am a widowed wife.
It's hard to accept.
But that's alright."
He humbly responded,
"I love your soul.
And I accept you whole.
Let's tell the world,
A love story untold."
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Heart Strings
Poetry"Her eyes on moon, And his eyes on her. His hug more warm, Than the warmth of a sweater. Match like them, Like earth and sun. Like tranquility and serendipity, Mingled in one." A collection of poems which conveys different stories about love...
