My rose

Good morning, my precious Rose,
I find you precious,
Not because you are Rose,
There are countless more,
But because you are my one unique Rose.

Good afternoon, my Love.
You want your beauty sleep,
Not that you need it,
But lie next to me.
I can't touch you,
Or run my fingers through your hair
Or take you in my embrace,
But because you are my Love, I wish to.

Good evening, my Dear,
You seem tired after work,
Sun has set, moon on the horizon.
Like two dimples on your cheeks.
Let's sit on the bay window,
Move some plants,
sip tea,
And talk about our days.
I will let you speak and keep myself in silence,
But because your voice is music.

Gunite, my flower ,
Curled up in our bed,
Separate, distanced and distant,
We sleep.
You whisper or I imagine,

Good Night.
But because you are,
My Everything.
I wish to wake up next morning,
Next to you.
And tell you again,
day after day,
year after year,
life after life,

Good morning, my precious Rose.