Roses and I

I water the beauteous red roses,
And while the stems savor the drops,
My eyes pen poesy upon the petals,
Wishing to see them bloom,
But oh,
I feel their constant glum,
And then I hear a cry,
Oh beloved guardian angel,
If the flowers refuse to blossom,
Without the words from you,
How could I ever smile then,
When I know,
That the other end of my heart,
Connects me to you....

(c) (S.S) 

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