I wrote you a Rose Bud....

I browsed through many a-teeming
gardens, not one did I pick. I walked
through many bushes, not one bore
the letters of a name, let alone mine!

I chanted your word as i went a-roving,
a new journey; too new to let instincts
lead the way! I searched diligently, but
none was bright as the smile of your face!

Maybe nature has its way to amuse
itself, entertained by my dismay. I, as
usual, followed my heart, just this
once more; i looked again with hope!

Maybe a bud shall not form, if two hearts
not bathe in similar light. None to give up,
I did what i can only do, I stained an empty
sheet, I wrote you a rose bud!!