I Went Out To Pick Roses Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When the morning sun sparkled
on the dew on the grass in the garden
I went out to pick roses
before the dew evaporated in the sun.

I picked roses just for you
and they were lovely in all of their splendour
(as roses should be)
as a token of my true love, as a promise and a gift.

When the morning sun coloured the horizon
I made a decision
to tell you how much you mean to me;
I came to you with arms full of roses,
with sweet promises that would linger through the day

and when the morning sun glides over your naked body
your image is imprinted into my soul
and we are aware of the lingering fragrance of roses.