The Fifth First

Yet another monthly celebratory poem between my boyfriend and I upon sharing our fifth month together.

Of a thousand roses,
You have selected this one;
The lonely black rose

Stole her from the garden
When none would take her

Brought her to life;
Coaxing red from darkness
And now, she is the reddest of roses
But who would've known?
None i tell you,
For her heart was much too cold

And tell me,
I'm begging,
What is it that you saw in her?
Was there something in her eyes you just couldn't ignore?
Something no one else saw,
And so, never implored?

But this treasure,
The pleasure;
How could we ever sever?
When I love you,
I will love you
Sincerely,
And
Forever

And every month,
They have come to be years:
So short
So quick
Yet endless
Extending
Stretching;
Reaching eternity:
Grasping it,
Hiding on so tightly
Tasting it,
Savoring the flavor
Of the beautiful unknown

But time, I have noticed
I love, whether patient or hasty
For the love you bring
Is the only kind that saves me

And as my hand
Does surely reach your cheek
It's the glowing stare
My eyes do always meet
And in these orbs,
These wanting green eyes,
Is the same enchanted look
I laid upon the very first time

So smile so softly
As I do always tend
Listening to your heartbeat
Knowing it's a rhythm without end
That your love you will always send
My sadness you shall always mend
My soul always yours to fend
Your heart, more than always you lend
These are the things I know,
That will never have an end

For one more month,
Has been just one more way I've loved you
The addition of these days
Are the strong stitching
As we've sewn ourselves together

And as you've always known,
We shall never be apart
Because when it comes to us both
We share only one heart