Beautiful blond rose

 

She said, love me for my persistence, for my determination

I said, no. I love you for your beauty.

She said, forget that. It means nothing

Love me for my subtlety, love me for my intensity,

for my sensitivity

No. I love you for your blond leaves,

for the abundant sensuality of your middle aged years

She said, for my depth, for my sensitivity

I said, it's your beauty I adore

She said, what a waste.

Love me for my longevity

She was getting tired of me already

I had photographed her about forty times already, that day

She said, let's look at the scenery through the window

I said, I can only look at you

I'm drinking you in

I'm in rapture

She looked at me

Waiting for this to pass,

So beautiful she was, to the crevices between her leaves

But she said nothing more.

 

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