Roses Poem by Laura Rodriguez

You gave me roses in the morning,
yet they smelled like you.
How I love that smell!
You gave me a poem in the afternoon,
telling me how much you love me.
How I love your words!
At night, you gave me a fake rose
and you told me,
when that fake rose dies,
I'll stop loving you.
Then you showered me with roses.
On our bed there was a small box.
It had a ring in it.
You put in on my finger
and asked me to marry you.
I said when the last real rose you gave me dies,
I will walk down the aisle with you,
showered in roses.