trivial, just a rose
blossomed for the
very first time.
Unsuspecting all
those
not able to see her
charming shine
pass and think
she is just one of
thousand roses here.
If the sunlight
dimmed
no-one would ever
waste a tear;
but you who know
her and her silent
beauty, all those secrets
she will show,
since you make her
special, and in the deepest
you are a friend
who is so
incomparable, too,
like heaven sent
and what we share is
lasting and is true.
(for Simon, February
1995)
