I fell in love with a rose
A red heavenly bloom amidst a flowery field
You’ll notice it in an instant
Because its blossom shies the sun
And its beauty attracts a thousand bees
Even the moon marvels at its wonder

When I visited the fields
Its petals called out to me
Like a moth onto a lamp
Like sunsets and sunrises overlooking the Mara
Like a blank canvas begging for art
Or an empty page yearning for Steven’s fantasies

I held it in my hands
And it stooped as though
It didn’t notice it was the fairest of them all
The irony, a pile of pretty fluff
Atop some thorny thorns
A perfect rose, for an imperfect love