I Am The Rose

Until I’ve known a friend, I have not known

The word apology; and I’ve not known the

Sun until I knew the path that every flower

Tends - and that is you, affection, what I chase

And all other roses want; what never fails

In every garden’s day to taunt from every

Wanting vein, the tongue managing to taste

The remnants of disdain, when I hear

Those three words and I must say the same

It’s not because I want to please you, but

Because I want to love you, too.