It started with a choice, A question, and a rose. Long-stemmed, to love --rejoice! Parts poetry and prose.
The next in many hours, Without a car, he waits Through sun, through cold, through showers, he makes sure that she's safe.
For yellow flowers, life is risked: Life of sunsets, life of dew, Hanging, swaying, edge of cliffs, Proving that his love is true.
Two years, two meet, two, in love, Two -dozen roses, none with thorns-- To prove, to say, unravel of The moments shared in stars adored.
In canopies of stars they sit, With coffee, looking up, they talk. The night, in laughter, sadness, lit: This journey they, together, walk.
Three years apart, each day a climb Of mountains high, of torrents bleak. Halfway across the world, in time, He sends his roses; sends his reach.
Now, together, once again, in one vase stands a proud bouquet, Filled by loving, joyous hands, --their story told to me today.