The Rose By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com So delicate is your touch, Like that of a rose petal -- Unbelievably silky against my skin. Your fingertips brand me when They travel along my cheek And come to a rest -- Your palm emitting heat Against my face and Making my heart pound. So soft is your smile -- The one that's infectious, The one that makes the whole world bright And shining when bestowed So graciously unto me; I can't help but to grin back. So fragrant is the rose You offer; but why do You do so? It makes Me feel like someone special As I shyly accept the Kind gift you offer And inhale the scent. So torturous is the pain When you are not around, Like that of the thorns On a rose. It pierces me -- To my very core, and the Numbing effect brings tears Of grief to my eyes. So overwhelming is the Gift of love and joy you Bring me, like the red of A rose -- bright and brilliant, Only bringing smiles and happiness. To utter the words "I love you" Seems so very simple, and Yet only half describes the Depth of the emotion I feel. Therefore, I offer you a rose. BACK