A pair of footsteps trodding past

stopping to gaze at a meadow.

Meadow green

filled with the glorious blooms,

roses for one, tulips the other.

Led by a hand

a heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.

Frolicking in a field

they would love to call home...

She turns to you,

yes to you,

revealing a rose to you.

The most cherished rose one could ever know.

Sweetly sighing

sensing the love from a single rose.

Not  placing it in your hand,

but behind your ear with a loving gaze.

Telling you to see the girl within,

at how you truly are.

The loved girl with a rose in her hair.