Rose

She took my hand
but did she understand,
just what I was thinking?

I've spent too long waiting,
but now I'm hesitating.
Sitting on our grassy knees,
missing so many oppurtunities,
but that I could not see,
for the scent of roses overwhelmed me.

Oh precious flower,
the moon is high
and nearing is the hour.
We maybe shy but I want to be your pillar,
your tall tower.

I took her hand
but did I understand
just what she was thinking?

Later I lay alone at home,
and she didn't pick up the phone.
I think about instead
what I could have said,
and then a sweet aroma reaches my nose;
she left the scent of roses on my clothes.