HE

  

 

I love roses… Yes, I do

I hoped for a ‘He’ to come

a He who’d love me and give me

the flower I adored each passing day

And with the luck I got, I met a He

a boy… perhaps already a man

 

To me He swore, he’d only plant

The flower his love adored

And so roses he took care of

and gave one to me each day

 

But a time came,

To his place I visited, I knocked

Over and over, yet no reply

I went to his backyard and saw beauty

There were flowers

Many of different kinds

 

My presence was noticed by him

And his eyes glowed with frustration

He picked one flower and hurriedly gave it to me

Saying, “Here, my love, the one you adored- rose.”

 

Then he held my hand

And led me into his home,

That day I recalled, that once,

He told me about planting

The flower his love adored

I adored roses and yet

He has planted other than the kind

Could it be?

Does he love someone other than me?

 

But no… NO!

I shouldn’t let in this thought

It’d be absurd… perhaps

He also loved flowers

He loves me, and that’s what I’ll believe

And so I  called… invited him for dinner

But a refusal he gave which I then accepted

 

As I strolled through St. Lazarus street

Going to the theme park, I saw him

I was about to call him

But then another ‘He’ appeared

That He put his hand around my lover’s waist

 

I turned back, looked far away.

And smiled

The flowers in his backyard

I was right, he ‘did’ love them

The man with a hand on his waist

These just all explain it

 

I have loved a HE

Whose heart has always been a SHE.

Author's Note

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