12 – A Dozen Roses (from me to you)

Hey.                   

Can I, speak plainly?         

I have something for you

That I know you don’t want.

Twelve, a dozen roses

To show you what I really mean.

How I really feel.

One.

Whenever you smile, the whole world

Gets brighter.

Cheesy? Yes.

But true.

Two.

Your laugh.

Well, what do you want me to say

That isn’t cliché?

I love it.

Three.

Your confidence.

In yourself, the world, everything.

You always act so sure.

Is that really, just a mask?

Four.

When you talk, I want to listen.

To every single word.

Even if it’s just how much you hate me.

Anything is better, than this.

Five.

You’re attractive, of course.

I’d be a fool not to see it.

But, this is about so much more.

Don’t hold me accountable for something like this.

Six.

Your eyes.

So steady. Stable.

Then why does it feel

Like you’re always drifting away?

Seven.

The aura that you give off.

Of just knowing.

Everything.

Have you always been this way?

Eight.

To say that you’re intelligent, isn’t quite enough.

Your feet are on the ground

but your mind is in the clouds.

Tell me, will you ever come back down?

Nine.

Would you hate me if I said

That just seeing you

Makes my heart flutter

And my stomach turn to knots?

Ten.

You have balance.

Between caring, and not caring.

But you always care

For the important things.

Eleven.

If I compared you to an angel

Would you laugh?

But they don’t even come close

To you.

Twelve.

You’re perfect.

But you didn’t need me to tell you that.

You already know.

Or do you?

A Dozen Roses.

I give to you

To show you how I feel.

Do with them what you will

I ask for nothing more.