The roses were dancing
when the garden awoke
by the brightness of the spring melodies.
I bent down
to enjoy the scent of a rose
and among its petals there was you,
walking your dog
on the birch sidewalk,
where the leaves were playing tag
chased by the wind,
and as you moved closer to me you told me
that you wished you were a rose
to be watered by me.
Until then
I had thought that life
wouldn't have given me
anymore joys
but now I know
that love is like a rose,
it's so beautiful
that it's never ashamed
of showing itself.
A wonderful week
for my 81st birthday.

March 23, 2018