Boy Who Stole My Heart Poem by Delilah Miller

I suppose our love
is the universal love.
Your complacent gift of a red rose
must have been grown
for the sole purpose
of being sniffed,
lovingly, as eyes glowed back over the petals.

I understand if we part;
it's the typical parting.
Unbroken mirrors still stand,
more fragile than my heart,
for the sole purpose
of reflecting tears,
witness to my lonely bed of strong will.

However, I can see your visit
is an unending visit.
Your humble offering to me
is exhausting work
for the sole purpose
of being adored,
always, by the beating heart in your heart.