My Spring Rose

Pink curved lips and

Tears that fall

Like warm dew

On the delicate petal

Of a rose.

Spring-green eyes and

Laughter that sounds

Like the breeze

Before the rain hits

The ground.

Soft brown fingertips and

Touches that feel

Like the warmth

Of the sun kissing

My temple.

Sweet, clear breath and

Singing that spirals

Like new leaves

And the juniper tree

Sprouting anew.

My spring love,

You will never know—

Roses were not

My favorite flower

Until you.

Xandra Button