The Rose

A love is like a fragrance

Of a rosebud, untouched,

 unopened

 Waiting,  patiently

Full of  promise to behold

The heady with perfume

Dancing in the dark

White petals caught in the moons light

One watch’s enchanted

Petal soft and pale

Flutters down out of sight

The wind gathers  it’s scent

Before it leaves

And whispers  remember me ..