The Rose

by Wyldehart

One-shot. A pure and simple poem of love and angst by Elissa Cousland as written in her journal shortly after Alistair admitted he cared for her. All ages, I think.

The Rose

How is this possible?

Where was his head?

What I thought would be light, and breezy and fun,

Has suddenly all come undone!

How could he do this?

What should I do?

Why is it to me that he chose

To bestow this delicate rose?

Is his action one he will rue?

I confess an attraction.

I admit that I care.

I find him very sweet

Like a cake too perfect to eat.

Could I admit that I might love him?

Is this something I dare?

In his arms,

I feel alive.

In his kiss,

I am lost.

In his heart,

I find hope.

Being with him may be worth the cost.

I'll give this a chance.

We'll see where it goes.

And if it works out,

We'll say it all began

With a rose.

Elissa Cousland,

Delighting over Alistair's gift and yet awed by its meaning.