Please tell me you love me. I’m lost without your love.
Reassure me that I linger in your thoughts and prayers.
Tell me you love me again. I long to hear those words.
The hours separating us are like a hill too steep to climb.
When I say, “I love you,” my words carry the weight of complete devotion.
I have but one desire, to spend the rest of my days with you.
When we say, “I love you,” we understand that it’s food for our soul.
Apart we are two people but together we make each other complete.
Cold and dark surroundings have preserved me in the earth.
A predetermined message urges, “rise up from the dirt.”
Should I exercise caution as I push my way into the unknown?
No, I must not doubt my purpose for my beauty must be shown.
There are those who say, “You’re just an insignificant flower.”
They offer a convincing argument, “beauty yields no power.”
What do they know I reasoned, I’m part of a designers plan.
Then, strolling towards me I spot two lovers holding hands.
2018 Bill Roushey