A Single Rose
A single rose sits on a windowsill,
you walk over until,
you notice a note,
addressed to you it has been wrote,
aloud you read the following quote,
roses are red violets are blue,
its so true that I love you,
a small blush comes onto your face,
you look at the rose which now fills an empty space,
you pick the rose up sniffing the sweet scent,
but then you wonder from who was it sent,
gently you rub a soft petal,
you heart flutters not wanting to settle,
you lay it back down,
looking around,
but the only thing catching your eye though,
is that single rose.