poem : Rose of MY Morning

Dear rose of the morning

Who used to be a meaningless reverie

An unimportant camaraderie
One whom I said was make believe

Dear rose of the morning

Your presence suddenly made me blithe

My lackadaisical self towards you changed

I wanted to be the air you breathe

Dear rose of the morning

What do you really mean to me?

A simple twig or stick

Or something beautiful I cannot see?

Dear rose of the morning

Your ethereal light shines even the darkest of nights

Surpassing the light of the stars above

You are the sweet enigma I`ve been waiting

Dear rose of the morning

How I longed to say those three words

To make things fall in place

But it`s quite ironic that you don`t even search for my face

Dear rose of the morning

Where are you tonight?

Not with me, I sadly say

Not with me to say goodnight

Dear rose of the morning

I wish you never caught my eye

But I`m still the silent wind that makes you sway

For now, my dear rose, I must say goodbye. .

*for HALLWAY guy, my sweet "friend".

*He brightens up my morning. .every time I see him in the hallway .

But we never say "Hello", even though we terminally know each other cuz we participated together in some school activity....

Oh well .

This is for you, my dear.