I suppose our love <br />is the universal love. <br />Your complacent gift of a red rose <br />must have been grown <br />for the sole purpose <br />of being sniffed, <br />lovingly, as eyes glowed back over the petals. <br /> <br />I understand if we part; <br />it's the typical parting. <br />Unbroken mirrors still stand, <br />more fragile than my heart, <br />for the sole purpose <br />of reflecting tears, <br />witness to my lonely bed of strong will. <br /> <br />However, I can see your visit <br />is an unending visit. <br />Your humble offering to me <br />is exhausting work <br />for the sole purpose <br />of being adored, <br />always, by the beating heart in your heart.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boy-who-stole-my-heart/
