With Love and Roses
From miles away
You heard my heart
Beat irregular, strained.
You caught the tear
That, outwardly unshed,
Fell from my soul.
Subconsciously you felt
The shift of my mood,
Spiralling into shadows.
You understood, more than I,
This sudden and unwanted
Urge to cry, to hide.
You seem to see inside
This delicate mind,
Perhaps because we are
Of one and the same.
Then you came home to me
With love and roses.
//Then you came home to me
With love and roses//
lovely.
Thanks 🙂 My man is rather lovely too! He does so many wonderful things for me and all he gets is photos and poems 😉
photos and poems are good, glass of wine is better 😉
Ah, no, I always have a cup of tea waiting for him after work 🙂