“Of Love”

Hand holding a dark pink rose.

She wrote him a letter,
Expounding on the many reasons
Of why she could no longer handle
His tender presence in her life;
She poured all her grievances,
Pinpointing a myriad of his awfuls
That caused her heart to break;
She castigated him for several things,
Long-held pinioned to her ribs;
In fact, her epistle turned out
To be several pages long–
A point-by-point shout-out of pain.
Then, he appeared by her side,
Embracing her as he offered her
A single, scarlet rose of perfection,
And she hastily covered her missive
As she faced him with a smile;
Her carefully planned goodbye
Set aside, once again, and forgotten,
Gratefully bestowing him
Yet another chance.