walk thru the door
face gleaming with joy
unaware of my surroundings
only you
only your face
your structure
your ray of love
ray of your passion
gleaming towards me
not the plethera of roses
you've set for me
nor the flawless arrangement
you've layed them in.
or the candles surrounding the bed
along the staircase,
and down the hall.
only you
you are my rose
you are the flawless arrangment
that lights my candles.
you are my un-lived fantisy

 
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