September 7, 1990

105. All The Roses

Cold autumn breeze
Take away this frigid river inside;
Flowing from heart to mind.
Soft white petals
Strewn across summer’s last bloom,
Recall the lonely nights.
Where once I walked in darkness,
Lost in emotions confused,
Tormenting you, tormenting life,
I now stand fast as I hold you in my arms.
When I utter “I love you,” it means more
Than two lovers or two friends,
But all the roses, the walks,
       the smiles, the feelings,
And I say it just to let you know
That after all we’ve been through,
I stand here, your beloved friend
       looking into the future
                     with you.

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