Rosco

A poem of realization of love.

Rosco, Rosco

From under the tree

You stood beside me

The days have gone past

My gown in ruins

How foolish I was

To step outside the palace with you

You told me the truth

That I would be happy

That you would enjoy every moment we had

From this runaway into wilderness,

I believed it, too

But now you have bored me

So sadly true

I ponder how my reactions could differ

Have I stay and we not bicker

But the annoyance I take in

And that, I swear, you don't show

I must stay no longer,

My dear Rosco

Do not present me with a dull and dying flower

I could do better with my time in accepting it

Do not drag my hand in plead we must leave

And go to a palace more interesting to thee

I wish to not be here in a garden you snuck in

Roscho, can't you see?

You make me not happy

Yet, before these words slip through my mouth

You glide to the ground

On one single knee

Before me and my rugged shoes

You speak the words

I thought you'd never use

And full-forth my hear realized

I mustn't leave

For my soul belongs with thee

My dear Rosco,

Promise me this and this only

When we become Mrs. and Mr.

Promise me we will be happy

Forever

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)................