Upon our porch swing one beautiful night with moonlight and stars aglow,

White moonflower filled the air with aroma while moonbeams made it glow,

It was eighteen years ago I made a discovery of you I had not known before,

As we cuddled in the breeze you commented about the flowers you adore,

A red rose had come in bloom and was parting its petals for all to see,

Somehow I was struck by the moment when a similarity of love came to me,

Although it was under moonbeams and stardust, her rapture was apparent,

Perhaps it was affection given the rose of red that she blossomed till spent,

I do believe even a heart of stone must feel something when roses bloom,

Even more so for a rose of red with petals so divine it carries aroma to a room,

You are the rose of red, my angel, with eyes of hazel to compliment the red,

Red lips, moonbeams, aroma of Rose and moonflower saturated my head,

Truly, I felt faint within my manhood and I was so affected that night by you,

I had needed you forever it seems, but that night I discovered more you do,

Your eyes seemed to set stardust aglow with magical violin music in play,

We held our embrace after our moonlight dance and both wanted to stay,

Magic! So much magic filled the air that night and we made love right there,

Red rose magic created that moment and I recall love’s energy in the air,

From that night I grew roses for you of every color, fragrance, and hue,

And how I grew roses, do you remember the two thousand roses I grew,

I delight in your smile and I study each twinkle your angel eyes create,

Growing roses for you brought smiles from heaven as I neared the gate,

Soon the abundance came and each day I was privileged to be the man,

The delivery man, bringing roses for you but most of all grown by my hand,

This is so true my sweet angel the room was set aglow by your essence,

Your smile so perfect and twinkling eyes wide with awe and I in presence,

As we’d leave your office that I could take you to lunch, I felt to be more,

It was I that grew the vases of roses that brought your eyes to adore,

That your friends were in awe that so many roses of color were there,

Even more they were astounded by my devotion to the angel of long hair,

And that made me feel good, for a moment I was that man you so deserve,

Soon I hope we will dance in our new garden of roses if I have the nerve,

That I may have that dance, it takes courage for me as if I was still a teen,

Is it memories of a time way back or can it be much simpler that I mean,

Yet I feel this as I anticipate your hold, I know your breast will press to me,

All of this began by a rose thus I grew roses to bring a smile that I may see,

I anticipate a dance with rose petals of colors spread upon the dance floor,

Perhaps a renewal of vows in our home, once a church and we made it more,

Our special home where I pray we remain to grow roses of color for you,

Roses will abundantly grow and I will again deliver to you a bouquet or two,

Then again in a future bright a renewal of vows after we are given twenty more,

An elderly man will pull you tight to gaze into your eyes and say, “you I adore,”

With you in my arms I will cross into the threshold of time and he will be no more,

Whispering to you, “I’m so sorry, my angel, it seems I left my love on the dance floor.”

The end, by Pat

Don’t cry my angel but read the line of twenty years more, what a blessing that would be.

I love you my sweet little hazel eyed angel.