Rose Poem by Jeanette Palomo

When I first saw your picture It felt like I was looking at an angel
I don't know how you call it love at first sight I guess
To me you were a unrimarkable rose that blew in the wind waiting
To be picked up by someone, and I feel that that someone is ME
I saved you from dying anf being mistreated by a gardener (ur ex)
That just didn't care and I picked you up I looked and sighned I finally found my rose
If the rose died or betrayed me her thorns would cut through me and leave me heartless and their to die
I lie on my bed bleeding to death and you came and said I Love You
(I do)