To The Man Who Gave Me A Bouquet of Roses
This will be the first poem I've created in HubPages (and I was ever hesitating if I would publish it or not, but as you can see...). This is the first poem in a form of a series entitled 'Letters' which depicts a collection of stories of different characters.
To the man who gave me a bouquet of roses,
And made me feel well despite my loses,
I offer you my deepest and warmest gratitude,
For giving me the most memorable interlude.
You might have been an unknown passerby,
As our red strings have never intertwined,
Still you're the one whom most catches my eye,
Hoping your sincere smile wasn't just a lie.
I know it's out of pity when we talk,
But you voice soothes me as we walk,
And I hope you will never regret,
The time you spent as we have met.
And as you leave slowly by my side,
Walking away towards your rightful ride,
I can do nothing but wave goodbye,
But feeling warm despite the night.
And if tomorrow will meet again,
No matter how long it have been,
I'll thank you for the roses,
And the letter it encloses.