Is not our love
the wildest beast?
Not every day
upon its bounties
do I feast..
so often does it leave
a-many prickly thorns
upon my tongue
when I attempt
to get a taste..
and yet, the flavor
of our love
is irreplaceable.
Nobody else
will ever taste to me
exactly quite the same.

Given the option..
I would never
wish it all away.
I’d always
choose a life with you
however many lives
I get to live..
and every time
and time again.

And through every drop
of anguish..
And through every bit
of pain..
Not once did I regret
my choice to throw
my only rose to you.
That’s how I know
the love I feel..
has been
and always
will be true
and real.
Nobody ever
forced my hand..
to write the poetry
of feelings for you
that through prose
I couldn’t comprehend.

Neither of us
are perfect..
but I know
that in this lifetime
I shall never meet
another Rose..
whose petals
to my eye
will ever look
as crimson
bloody red.
It is a hill
that I shall gladly
live upon
for all my life..
until you find
my hollow vessel
dead upon it..
on a dark
and moonless
night.